Let me go!" "Don't you go to callin' names that nobody but the Almighty has any right to fasten on to folks." "Let me go!" Jerome wriggled under the man's detaining grasp, as wirily instinct with nerves as a cat; he kicked out viciously at his shins.
"Lord! I'd as lief try to hold a catamount," cried Jake Noyes, laughing, and released him, and Jerome raced out of the yard.
It was then about two o'clock.

He should have gone home to his planting, but his childish patience was all gone.

Poor little Jack had been worsted by the giant, and his bean-garden might as well be neglected.

Human strength may endure heavy disappointments and calamities with heroism, but it requires superhuman power to hold one's hand to the grindstone of petty duties and details of life in the midst of them.

Jerome had faced his rebuff without a whimper, and with a great stand of spirit, but now he could not go home and work in the garden, and tie his fiery revolt to the earth with spade and hoe.