While as to the men--I consider them nothing but crybabies about their food.
Here, Mab, race me to the house." Mabel puffed and panted after her more energetic sister.

It was a very hot morning, and it really was aggravating of Kate to fly on the wings of the wind, and expect her to follow.
"Kate has no thought," she muttered, as she panted along.

"I shall feel hot and messy for the day now, and there's nothing nice for me to eat when I do get in.

It's all very fine to be Kate, who, I don't think, is mortal at all about some things, but I expect I'm somewhat of a cry-baby too, when I see all the nice appetizing food disappearing down a certain manly throat.

Hullo, what's the matter now, Kitty ?" Catherine was standing by the window of the breakfast-room waving an open note in her hand.
"Three cheers for you, Mabel! You may be as greedy as you please.