After all, there was something old-fashioned about this man.

"And I never think of plucking a five-leaf.

That's bad luck." "The worst kind of bad luck.

I remember, when I was a kid, I never played hooky without first hunting up my four-leaved amulet.

If I got a licking when I returned home, why, I consoled myself with the thought, that it might have been ten times worse but for the four-leaf." They moved about, looking here and there, while the horses buried their noses in the wet grass and threatened never to return to the road again.