It warmed my heart to receive the frank and cordial handshake she gave me.

She said very little, but there was a certain interrogation in her eyes which assured me that she had much to ask when the time came.

As for me, I was in no hurry for that time to come.

I did not feel like answering questions, and with as much animation as I could assume I talked to everybody as we went to see the bear.
This animal had grown very fat and super-contented, but I found that the family were in the condition of Gentleman Waife in Bulwer's novel, and were now wondering what they would do with it.
"You see," cried Percy, who was the principal showman, "the neighbors are all on pins and needles about him.

Ever since the McKenna sisters spread the story that Orso was in the habit of getting under beds, there isn't a person within five miles of here who can go to bed without looking under it to see if there is a bear there.