He's throwed Merton right off into the dirt.

He's throwed Merton right off into the dirt.

Oh, looky Merton Gill right down there in the dirt!" Again they had become exact.

Merton was right down there in the dirt, and a frantic, flashing-heeled Dexter was vanishing up the alley at the head of a cloud of dust.

The friendly Ransom tots leaped from the fence to the alley, forgetting on her bed of pain the mother who supposed them to be engrossed with picture books in the library.