Don't you, Redbud ?" Poor Redbud's resolutions all melted--Verty's voice did it all--she blushed and nodded, and said yes, she should like very much to have some apples.
"Then you may go," said the ogress, somewhat mollified, "but don't touch the small trees--I'm keeping them." "Not for worlds!" said Verty.
"No, ma'am," said Redbud.
And they crossed the lawn, and opening the gate of the spacious and well-kept garden, passed in under the apple boughs.

As for Mr.Jinks, he accompanied Mrs.Scowley to the house, bowing, grimacing, ambling, and making himself generally agreeable.

True, he resembled a grasshopper, standing erect, and going through the steps of a minuet; but there was much elegance in Mr.Jinks' evolutions, and unbounded elasticity of limb.

He entered with Mrs.Scowley; and there, for the present, we shall leave him..