He dived into the pantry head first, as one dives into water, and his legs waved in the air as he went, just as your legs do when you are first beginning to learn to dive.

The soles of his boots--squarish muddy patches--disappeared.
'Give me a leg up,' said Robert to his sisters.
'No, you don't,' said Jane firmly.

'I'm not going to be left outside here with just Anthea, and have something creep up behind us out of the dark.

Squirrel can go and open the back door.' A light had sprung awake in the pantry.

Cyril always said the Phoenix turned the gas on with its beak, and lighted it with a waft of its wing; but he was excited at the time, and perhaps he really did it himself with matches, and then forgot all about it.