Do you s'pose you could do anything ?" "I'll see," she said.
"My collar's got a frayed edge," he complained, as she examined his troublesome shirt.

"It's a good deal like wearing a saw; but I expect it'll wilt down flat pretty soon, and not bother me long.

I'm liable to wilt down flat, myself, I expect; I don't know as I remember any such hot night in the last ten or twelve years." He lifted his head and sniffed the flaccid air, which was laden with a heavy odour.

"My, but that smell is pretty strong!" he said.
"Stand still, please, papa," Alice begged him.

"I can't see what's the matter if you move around.