He sat on a log and slowly lifted up his foot, twisting his face into
an agonized knot

"Spit, spit, spy, tell me whur my chicken is, er I'll hit ye in the
eye"

"I'll pay for your chicken, I say. Now you keep away from me"

An irregular circumference that touched his ears and his chin and his
hair

"Got anything here fit to eat?"

"What'd you want to take Annie's doll away from her for?"

She drew him down and kissed his cheek while he pecked at her lips

Piggy Pennington ... galloped his father's fat delivery horse up and
down the alley

Mammoth Consolidated Shows

Oil made by hanging a bottle of angle-worms in the sun to fry

How many bags of carpet rags went to the ragman

Brother Baker--a tiptoeing Nemesis

Dressed-up children were flitting along the side streets, hurrying