I'll have to beat it back, Clint, and rescue it.

Can't you picture the poor little thing sitting there all alone in pathetic solitude, forlorn and deserted ?" "I'll bet no one would steal it," said Clint unkindly.
"Perhaps not, perhaps not, but suppose it rained, Clint, and it's little insides got full of water! I mustn't risk it.

Farewell!" Amy didn't get back to the room until half an hour later, but he had his precious tennis trophy, and explained as he placed it on top his chiffonier and stood off to view the effect, that he had stopped at the courts to learn the results and afterwards at Main Hall to get mail.
"Brooks and Chase won two straight," he said, "just as I expected they would.

What did I do with that score-sheet, by the way?
Oh, here it is." He drew it from an inner pocket of his jacket, and with it a blue envelope which fell to the floor.

He picked it up, with a chuckle.