For his habit was not so much to want a thing as to get it before he wanted it, which is very poor training for the trials of the love-time.
But just as he was beginning to resolve to be wise, and eat his victuals, now or never, and be sorry for any one who came too late--there came somebody by another track, whose step made the heart rise, and the stomach fall.

Lancelot's mind began to fail him all at once; and the spirit that was ready with a host of words fluttered away into a quaking depth of silence.

Yet Insie tripped along as if the world held no one to cast a pretty shadow from the sun beside her own.
Even the youngest girls are full of little tricks far beyond the oldest boy's comprehension.

But the wonder of all wonders is, they have so pure a conscience as never to be thinking of themselves at all, far less of any one who thinks too much of them.

"I declare, she has forgotten that she ever saw me!" Lancelot muttered to the bush in which he trembled.
"It would serve her right, if I walked straight away." But he looked again, and could not help looking more than many times again, so piercing (as an ancient poet puts it) is the shaft from the eyes of the female women.