She beats 'em into a froth and feeds Charlie with 'em," said I.
"I think I could eat walnut pickle again if I knew she had the bantams," sighed Jem, who was really devoted to the little cock-major and the auburn-feathered hens.
"We'll take 'em this afternoon," I said.
We did so--in a basket, Eshcol-grape wise, like the walnuts.

When we told Mother, she made no objection.

She would have given her own head off her shoulders if, by ill-luck, any passer-by had thought of asking for it.

Besides, it solved the difficulty of the objectionable names.
Mrs.Wood was very loth to take our bantams, but of course Jem and I were not going to recall a gift, so she took them at last, and I think she was very much pleased with them.
She had got her cap on again, tied under her chin, and nothing to be seen of her hair but the very grey piece in front.

It made her look so different that I could not keep my eyes off her whilst she was talking, though I knew quite well how rude it is to stare.