Jerry's our gardener.
"And besides Don wouldn't, either." He's our dog--he's a collie.

"Well, it isn't there, anyway," Westy said; "I lifted the oar-lock and felt underneath and I laid it down again, right where it was--on a book or something.

When I flashed the light it wasn't there.

Come on, we'll be late.

I'd let you have two bucks if I had that much extra, but I've only got two myself.