Here! I'll help you.

And private, Tommy, if you don't act the man, I won't do a thing to you.
Sure." Corliss had stripped his heavy flannel shirt for freedom; and it was plain, when Frona joined them, that she also had been shedding.

Jacket and skirt were gone, and her underskirt of dark cloth ceased midway below the knee.
"You'll do," Del commended.
Jacob Welse looked at her anxiously, and went over to where she was testing the grips of the several paddles.

"You're not-- ?" he began.
She nodded.
"You're a guid girl," McPherson broke in.

"Now, a've a wumman to home, to say naething o' three bairns--" "All ready!" Corliss lifted the bow of La Bijou and looked back.
The turbid water lashed by on the heels of the ice-run.