"Take care, child," he cried; "you will have us over in a moment.

You have almost got this wheel over the edge of the ditch.
You _must_ learn to attend to the business in hand, or you will never succeed in anything.

Another inch and you would have upset us, and probably have broken a spring." Dr.Trenire's nerves were on edge, and he spoke more sharply than was usual with him.

Kitty felt that she had made a bad beginning, her spirits sank, and she lapsed into silence.

But when they were once more bowling smoothly along, her father's thoughts returned to her appeal.
"I am afraid it is too late now," he said gently, sorry for his momentary irritability.