The rest, not liking such a reception, took to the water, and were soon out of sight.

I scolded Jack for his useless rashness, for the flesh of the penguin is by no means a delicacy.
We now filled our three wheelbarrows with such things as we could carry, not forgetting the sheets of iron and the graters, and trudged home.

Our dogs announced our approach, and all rushed out to meet us.

A curious and merry examination commenced.

They laughed at my graters; but I let them laugh, for I had a project in my head.