"We'll get you out in course of time." "I guess I'd better make my will, though.

Has anybody got a pencil and paper, and will they please write it down and send it home?
I want to leave my saddle to Pamela Higson, and Jake is to have the bridle and whip--I always liked him better than Billy, though I pretended I didn't.
Jane Peters may have my writing-desk--much she writes, though!--and Amabel Holt my old doll.

That's all I've left in New Zealand.

Ulyth can take what I've got at school--'twon't be any great shakes to her, I expect.

You didn't tell me how long it takes to die!" "Cheer up! There's not the slightest danger," Miss Moseley continued to assure her.
"It's all very well to say 'cheer up' when you're standing safe on the top," said the gloomy voice of the imprisoned dryad.