He never fights that way.

But it is hard to tell what he might do in a fit of anger at some injustice or meanness, and that is what frightens me so." "His godfather of the same name has probably passed that on to him.
Nobody more than you, Maxa, has always tried to wash him clean and excuse him for all his deeds of anger.

In your indestructible admiration ..." Uncle Philip got no further, as all the children now came running toward them.

The two little ones both tried hard to put the biggest strawberries they had found into the mouths of their mother and uncle.
Mea could not hold her magnificent bunch of forget-me-nots near enough to their eyes to be admired.

The two older boys had approached, too, as they had an announcement to make.