First, your father ran in between you and the bull; but he dashed over him.

Then I saw Mr.Emerson rushing up with a pitchfork, and he got before the mad animal and pointed the sharp prongs at his eyes; but the bull tore down on him and tossed him away up into the air.

I awoke as I saw him falling on the sharp-pointed horns that were held up to catch him." "Well, Margaret, you certainly had a night of horrors," said Irene, in a sober way.
"Indeed, miss, and I had; such a night as I don't wish to have again." "And your dreaming was all about me ?" "Yes." "And I was always in trouble or danger ?" "Yes, always; and it was mostly your own fault, too.

And that reminds me of what the minister told us in his sermon last Sunday.
He said that there were a great many kinds of trouble in this world--some coming from the outside and some coming from the inside; that the outside troubles, which we couldn't help, were generally easiest to be borne; while the inside troubles, which we might have prevented, were the bitterest things in life, because there was remorse as well as suffering.

I understood very well what he meant." "I am afraid," said Irene, speaking partly to herself, "that most of my troubles come from the inside." "I'm afraid they do," spoke out the frank domestic.
"Margaret!" "Indeed, miss, and I do think so.