"She's at school in Scarborough, and I didn't see her; but I hear she's a fine bouncing lass.

I had a very pleasant day with the Hallidays.

Tom has sold his farm; that part of the world doesn't suit him, it seems--too cold and bleak for him.

He's one of those big burly-looking men who seem as if they could knock you down with a little finger, and who shiver at every puff of wind.

I don't think he'll make old bones, Nancy.