As poppa said, it was easy to see that these people had ideas, and were simply longing to express them.

"You feel sorry for them," he said, "just as you feel sorry for an intelligent terrier.

But these poor things can't even wag their tails! Just let me know when you've had enough, Augusta." Momma declared, with an accent of reproach, that she could never have enough.

I noticed, however, that we did not stay in the second room as long as in the first one, and that our progress was steadily accelerating.

Presently the Senator asked us to sit down for a few minutes while he should leave us.
"There's a picture here Bramley said I was to see without fail," he explained.