Their eyes were tightly shut, their mouths wide open, and their faces red to bursting.
"There, there, children!" exclaimed Mrs.Ware, laughingly, as they stopped to take breath.

"The neighbours will think that the house is on fire.

We'll have a policeman after us if you make such a noise." "The kettle is boiling over!" cried Holland, and Joyce flew to the rescue.

Jack went to change his wet clothes, and the three smaller children trotted back and forth, pushing chairs to the table, and helping to carry in the supper.
Many a bedraggled passer-by that evening looked out from under his dripping umbrella as he neared the little brown house, cheered by a babel of happy voices.

The lamplight streaming across the wet pavement drew his gaze to a window whose blinds had not been closed, and the picture lingered pleasantly in his memory for many a day.