I will have one of those.

I think the nice one that doesn't smoke." "Poor motherless pet!" murmured the stepmother, helplessly.
"A brother is not what you need most at this time," broke in Juliana.
"It's a barber." * * * * * Down the dusty road over West Hill went the twins, Wilbur still forcefully leading.

His brother was becoming uneasy.

There was a strange light in the other's eyes, an unwonted look of power.

When they were off the hill and come to the upper end of shaded Fair Street, Merle advanced to keep pace beside his brother.