It is like killing a grasshopper with a pair of iron-heeled clogs.

It is precious heavy, I can tell you." "You rude, unmannerly boy," and here Elizabeth attempted to pull his hair, but she might as well have tried her prentice hand on a young convict freshly shorn by the prison barber.
"Hands off, Betty, I tell you," returned the graceless lad.

"I have had rather a good time of it.

I knew Herrick was getting pretty sick of me." Here Cedric rolled over on his back, and tilted his straw hat over his eyes.

"Familiarity breeds contempt and all that sort of thing.
Conversation is like a salad, isn't it, Herrick ?--you may have plenty of green stuff and oil, but it wants pepper and a dash of vinegar too." "Why don't you box his ears, Miss Templeton?
He is getting positively abusive." "I prefer pepper to oil," she returned calmly.