He's not a bad one, either.
See, he is passing us now with that big trunk in the wagon." "Passing us!" exclaimed Miriam.

"Almost any horse could do that.

Did you ever see such an old poke as we have, and such a bouncy, jolting rattletrap of a carriage?
It squeaks all over." "Alas," said Ralph, "I am thinking of something worse than jolts or squeaks.

I am hungry, and I am sure you must be, and I don't see what we are going to do about supper.

I am afraid I am not a very good manager, yet.