Here is an iron cage on a trolly with a great ramping tiger, and the whole village with their mouths open." "Mad as a hatter!" shrieked old Mr.McIntyre.

"I could see it in his eye.

He spent enough on this beast to start me in business.
Whoever heard of such a thing?
Tell the driver to take it to the police-station." "Nothing of the sort, papa," said Laura, rising with dignity and wrapping a shawl about her shoulders.

Her eyes were shining, her cheeks flushed, and she carried herself like a triumphant queen.
Robert, with his teacup in his hand, allowed his attention to be diverted from their strange visitor while he gazed at his beautiful sister.
"Mr.Raffles Haw has done this out of kindness to me," she said, sweeping towards the door.

"I look upon it as a great attention on his part.