"What it would save in this world if a child only knew when to talk and when to keep still.

Little Sister, the next time you see a stranger examine my gun when I'm not in the room, suppose you take father out alone and whisper to him about it." "Yes, sir," I said.
The way I wished I had told that at the right time made me dizzy, but then there were several good switchings I'd had for telling things, besides what Sally did to me about her and Peter.

I would have enjoyed knowing how one could be sure.

Hereafter, it will be all right about the gun, anyway.
"Could I take my horse and carry a message anywhere for you?
Are both your sons riding to tell the neighbours ?" Father hesitated, but it seemed as if he stopped to think, so I just told her: "Laddie is riding.

Leon didn't take a horse." Father said there was nothing she could do, so she took my hand and we started for the gate.
"I do hope they will find him, and get back the money, and give him what he deserves!" she cried.
"Yes, father and mother are praying that they'll find him," I said.
"It doesn't seem to make the least difference to them about the money.
Father didn't even look at a big paper piece I found where it was hidden.