Once she had spelled down our school, when Laddie was not there.
Father had met Peter Dover in town, and he had said that he was coming to see Sally, because he had something of especial importance to tell her.
"Did he say what it was ?" asked Sally.
"Only what I have told you," replied father.
Sally wanted to take the broom and sweep the parlour.
"It's clean as a ribbon," said mother.
"If you go in there, you'll wake the baby," said Lucy.
"Will it kill it if I do ?" asked Sally.
"No, but it will make it cross as fire, so it will cry all the time Peter is here," said Lucy.
"I'll be surprised if it doesn't scream every minute anyway," said Sally.
"I hope it will," said Lucy.

"That will make Peter think a while before he comes so often." That made Sally so angry she couldn't speak, so she went out and began killing chickens.

I helped her catch them.

They were so used to me they would come right to my feet when I shelled corn.
"I'm going to kill three," said Sally.

"I'm going to be sure we have enough, but don't you tell until their heads are off." While she was working on them mother came out and asked how many she had, so Sally said three.