It's been awfully hard sometimes to k-keep inflexible.

Sometimes I thought it would nearly k-kill me! But we did it! We did it! And now fortune _has_ changed in our favor, and everything is all right!" A rattle of wheels made her look up and hastily wipe the hem of her pink skirt across her face again.

A wagon was stopping at the gate, and the man who was to stay in one of the tents and take care of the bees in their absence was getting out to discuss the details of the arrangement.

Joyce tossed the letter into Mary's lap and rose to follow her mother out to the hives.

There were several matters of business to arrange with him, and Mary knew it would be some time before they could resume the exciting conversation he had interrupted.