"I'm tired of being a lion," she said, wiping her flushed little face with the sleeve of her apron, and shaking back her funny little tails of hair tied with red ribbon, that were always bobbing forward over her shoulders.
"I've roared till my throat is sore, and I'm hungry.

Isn't supper most ready, sister ?" Joyce glanced at the clock.

"It'll be ready in ten minutes," she answered, and returned to her survey of the back yard.
"I wish that we were going to have dumplings for supper to-night," said Holland, "and turkey and sausages.

Don't you, Mary ?" He snuffed hungrily at the saucepan on the stove.
"No," said Mary, pausing thoughtfully, as if considering a weighty matter.

"I'd rather have ice cream and chocolate cake.