With a sudden jerk Herbert threw it on the floor.
Rosie picked it up and replaced it, saying: "Can't you let things alone ?" "Rosie, why can't you let the poor boy alone ?" whined her cousin, Lora Howard.

"No one has ever known me to be guilty of such an exhibition of temper; it's positively wicked." "Oh, you're very good, Lora," sniffed Zoe.

"I can't pretend to be half so perfect." "Certainly I can't," said Eva.
"I can't." "I can't," echoed Lulu, Max, and several others.
"Come now, children, can't you be quiet a bit ?" asked Harold.

"I can't auction off these goods unless you are attending and ready with your bids." Setting down a basket he had brought in with him, he took an article from it and held it high in air.
"We have here an elegant lace veil worth perhaps a hundred dollars; it is to be sold now to the highest bidder.

Somebody give us a bid for this beautiful piece of costly lace, likely to go for a tithe of its real value." "One dollar," said Rosie.
"One dollar, indeed! We could never afford to let it go at so low a figure; we can't sell this elegant and desirable article of ladies' attire so ridiculously low." "Ten dollars," said Maud.
"Ten dollars, ten dollars! This elegant and costly piece of lace going at ten dollars!" cried the auctioneer, holding it higher still and waving it to and fro.