A cyclone, a cloudburst, a great conflagration are awful things.

By no stretch of the imagination could they be called nice." "But, Ma, if a cyclone blew away your worst enemy wouldn't it be nice ?" Adam, Jr., and Kate laughed.

Not the trace of a smile crossed Agatha's pale face.
"The words do not belong in contiguity," she said.

"They are diametrically opposite in meaning.

Please do not allow my ears to be offended by hearing you place them in propinquity again." "I'll try not to, Ma," said young Adam; then Agatha smiled on him approvingly.