He seemed to think that God and Laddie could be trusted to take care of the Princess, and I don't know exactly what mother thought.

No doubt she saw she couldn't help herself, and so she decided it was useless to struggle.
The plowing on the west side was almost finished, and some of the seed was in.

Laddie went straight ahead flower-trimmed and whistling until his face must have ached as badly as his heart.

In spite of how hard he tried to laugh, and keep going, all of us could see that he fairly had to stick up his head and stretch his neck like the blue goose, to make the bites go down.

And you couldn't help seeing the roundness and the colour go from his face, a little more every day.