Harry was thinking, and Kate was wondering what he was thinking about.

She thought she knew, and she called out to him: "I expect old Mr.Matthews would lend you a gun, Harry." "Yes, I suppose he would," said Harry, turning and slowly walking up toward the house; "but father told me not to borrow a gun from Truly Matthews.

It's a shame, though, to stay here when the fields are just chock full of partridges.

I never knew them so plenty in all my life.
It's just the way things go." "It is a pity about your gun," said Kate.

"There's some one at the gate, Harry.