It ran down his face and washed the red off in streaks, and when he rubbed his eyes he only made it worse.

Alice had to run holding the equestrienne skirts on with both hands, and I think the brown-paper boots bothered Noel from the first.

Dora had her skirt over her arm and carried the topper in her hand.

It was no use to tell ourselves it was a wild boar hunt--we were long past that.
At last we met a man who took pity on us.

He was a kind-hearted man.