There were not so many displays of temper now that she was growing older, but the letters that went southward every week were full of her odd speeches and mischievous pranks.

The old Colonel found it hard to refuse her anything.

If it had not been for Mom Beck's decided ways, the child would have been sadly spoiled.
At last the spring came again.

The pewees sang in the cedars.

The dandelions sprinkled the roadsides like stars.