I like him very much; he's so big and strong and independent.
I'm tired of mollycoddles and book-worms,' said Nan in her decided way.
'Not handsomer that Nat!' cried loyal Daisy, contrasting two faces below, one unusually gay, the other sentimentally sober even in the act of munching cake.

'I like Dan, and am glad he is doing well; but he tires me, and I'm still a little afraid of him.

Quiet people suit me best.' 'Life is a fight, and I like a good soldier.

Boys take things too easily, don't see how serious it all is and go to work in earnest.

Look at that absurd Tom, wasting his time and making an object of himself just because he can't have what he wants, like a baby crying for the moon.