"Go away, witch," she said.
"How d'you mean--go away ?" asked the witch.

"I've only just this minute come." "Go away, go away," was all that Sarah Brown could manage to repeat.
"Oh, very well," said the witch in her offended grown-up voice.

"I can take a hint, I suppose, as well as anybody.

I'm going." She seated herself with an irritable flouncing movement on Harold's saddle, and flew away.
The policeman climbed out of the water, looking like an enraged seal.
Peals of laughter from the other side of the moonlit river robbed him of adequate words.
"Not ser fast, my fine feller," he roared, seeing Richard kissing the Horse Vivian on the nose, preparatory to riding away.

"Don't you think for a minute I don't know 'oo's at the bottom of this." "You don't know how tired I am of loud noises," said Richard, lifting one foot with dignity to the stirrup.