I must wipe all this horrible stuff off the bushes.

Bring a knife, too, for I shall have to cut away some of the branches and burn them.

I hope the tits won't desert." Ulyth was late for school that morning, but the offence was condoned by Miss Teddington when she heard the reason.
"I hope you washed every scrap of the lime off ?" she asked anxiously.
"I didn't leave it while there was enough to catch even a bumble-bee.
The birds are back.

They came directly I'd gone a dozen yards away." "That shows the young ones are hatched.

I hope Susan won't direct her energies into any other natural-history experiments." "We shall be sorry we brought her to the Camp-fire if she does.