The little man was the incarnation of spite and envy and vindictive bitterness, but Jed was sorry for him, just as he would have been sorry for a mosquito which had bitten him.

He might be obliged to crush the creature, but he would feel that it was not much to blame for the bite; both it and Phineas could not help being as they were--they were made that way.
He heard an exclamation at his shoulder and turned to find that Captain Sam had also been regarding the parting at the gate.
"Humph!" grunted the captain.

"Phin looks as if he'd been eatin' somethin' that didn't set any too good.

What's started him to obeyin' orders from that Grover man all to once?
I always thought he hated soldierin' worse than a hen hates a swim.

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