I've seen as much myself when I waked up in the middle of the night.

I took a rat for a tiger once." Kirsty was looking angry, and her needles were going even faster than when she approached the climax of the shoe.
"Hold your tongue, Turkey," I said, "and let us hear the rest of the story." But Kirsty kept her eyes on her knitting, and did not resume.
"Is that all, Kirsty ?" said Allister.
Still Kirsty returned no answer.

She needed all her force to overcome the anger she was busy stifling.

For it would never do for one in her position to lose her temper because of the unbelieving criticism of a herd-boy.

It was a curious instance of the electricity flashed out in the confluence of unlike things--the Celtic faith and the Saxon works.