"Peter Dovers are the greatest expense, and Peter won't happen but once.

Shelley will have at least two years in school before it is her turn, and you come next, anyway." "Shut up!" cried Laddie.
"Thanky! Your orders shall be obeyed gladly." He laid down the pitchfork, went outside, closed the door, and latched it.

Laddie called to him, but he ran to the house.

When Laddie and I finished our work, and his, and wanted to go, we had to climb the stairs and leave through the front door on the embankment.
"The monkey!" said Laddie, but he didn't get mad; he just laughed.
The minute I stepped into the house and saw the parlour door closed, I thought of that "something" again.

I walked past it, but couldn't hear anything.