"You are sowing your wild oats with a vengeance." "Locke Morgeson's daughter can do anything," commented the villagers.
In consequence of the unlimited power accorded me I was unpopular.
"Do you think she is handsome ?" inquired my friends of each other.

"In what respect _can_ she be called a beauty ?" "Though she reads, she has no great wit," said one.

"She dresses oddly for effect," another avowed, "and her manners are ridiculous." But they borrowed my dresses for patterns, imitated my bonnets, and adopted my colors.

When I learned to manage a sailboat, they had an aquatic mania.

When I learned to ride a horse, the ancient and moth-eaten sidesaddles of the town were resuscitated, and old family nags were made back-sore with the wearing of them, and their youthful spirits revived by new beginners sliding about on their rounded sides.