I borrowed it yesterday and had one made just like it.

I'm of age." This came with a sly wink, followed by a low laugh of triumph.
Lucy smiled.

She liked his daring; she liked, too, his resources.

When a thing was to be done, Bart always found the way to do it.

She waited until he had fitted the new bright key into the rusty lock, her hand in his.
"Now, come inside," he cried, swinging wide the big doors.