I like shooting them better, just because I hated to hear their pitiful cries.

It's a bad business this of killing dumb creatures, and the older I get, the more chicken-hearted I am about it." "Chicken-hearted--I should think you are," said Mrs.Wood.

"Do you know, Laura, he won't even kill a fowl for dinner.

He gives it to one of the men to do." "Blessed are the merciful," said Miss Laura, throwing her arm over her uncle's shoulder.

"I love you, dear Uncle John, because you are so kind to every living thing." "I'm going to be kind to you now," said her uncle, "and send you to bed.
You look tired." "Very well," she said, with a smile.