Well, by morning the little girl was coolsome, but plumb wore down to nothing.

The brothers had thrust the thermometer between two circuit boards in order to look for hot spots inside m zero. The thermometer’s dial was marked “Beef Rare—Ham—Beef Med—Pork.” “You want to keep the machine below ‘Pork,’” Gregory remarked.

If leading a dog's life be considered a peculiar phase of human misery, the life of a Boys' Dog is still more infelicitous.

… ordinarily a wizard looks after such small conveniences by way of spells, the very least and commonest kind of spells, and indeed it takes little more magic to freshen seawater and so save the bother of carrying fresh water.