You were always a great hand for taking what you wanted without too much ceremony.

Walter held on tight and the poor kitten yelled but you dragged Walter and the kitten half over and then you both lost your balance and tumbled into that puncheon, kitten and all.

If I had not been on the spot you would both have been drowned.

I flew to the rescue and hauled you all three out before much harm was done, and your mother, who had seen it all from the upstairs window, came down and picked you up, dripping as you were, and gave you a beautiful spanking.
Ah," said Susan with a sigh, "those were happy old days at Ingleside." "Must have been," said Ken.

His voice sounded queer and stiff.