She's a regular angel, though, and things always seem to go right with her.
Now with boys it's just the other way.

See what a fix I've got into all on account of being a boy, and trying to do things.

Seems to me that Gilder must have been a pretty patient sort of a boy to learn to cook the way he does.

I wonder if he ever gets into scrapes?
He'd be in one if he was in my place now, and I wish I knew how he'd get out of it." While thus thinking Winn was by no means idle.

He cut a number of bushes and leaned them against the ridge-pole of the "traders'" tent, the frame of which they had left standing.