"Only last fall Hugh Bennet's little boy slid off the hay down into one of the stalls and the horse kicked him nearly to death." "Oh, fiddlesticks, Bessie, I am not a baby," said Betty, with vehemence.

"There is not a horse in the barn but would stand on his hind legs before he would step on me, let alone kick me." "I don't know, Betty, but I think that black horse Mr.Clarke left here would kick any one," remarked the Colonel.
"Oh, no, he would not hurt me." "Betty, we have had pleasant weather for about three days," said the Colonel, gravely.

"In that time you have let out that crazy bear of yours to turn everything topsy-turvy.

Only yesterday I got my hands in the paint you have put on your canoe.

If you had asked my advice I would have told you that painting your canoe should not have been done for a month yet.