I be still.

No wah-wah." He dropped his eyes upon a page in the book, and sat immovable.

He was a noble picture of a struggle for self-control in a savage and untutored heart.
Mrs.Woods asked for Gretchen at the door, and the master excused the girl, thanking her for the music that had delighted the school at the noon-hour.

As she was turning to go, Mrs.Woods cast a glance toward Benjamin, and said to the master in an undertone: "He's tame now--quiet as a purring cat.

The cat don't lick cream when the folks are around.