"That's what I came to talk to you about." "About being a hero?
You have taken an unfair advantage.

I was going to send for the latest designs in laurel wreaths to-morrow." She sat down beside him on the wall.

The sheep were a grayish blur against the green.

A little negro boy was shepherding them, and they scampered before him toward the farther end of the pasture.

The faint and vanishing tinkle of a bell, and the boy's whistle, gave emphasis to the country-quiet of the late afternoon.