"Take your time, my son," said Dick, just eluding by a hair's-breadth a charge through a geranium-bed on the part of the eldest boy.

"If you are such jolly little fools as to crack your little skulls on the sun-dial, I shall eat them both myself.

Miss Turner says you may have them, so you've only got to take them.

I can't keep on offering them all day long.

My time"-- (Dick ran his bicycle up a terrace, and, as soon as the boys were up, glided down again)--"my time is valuable.