"It is fine sport even to play at.

There is one fagot on the fire," she said, as she threw the wood upon the embers, causing them to fly in all directions.

John started up to brush the scattered embers back into the fireplace, but Dorothy stopped him.
"I will put them all back," she said.

"You know you are cold and very tired.

You have been overseeing the tenantry and have been hunting.