I'll row out on the lake but stay within earshot.

When I was eight years old my mother started me to an old water mill with two bushels of corn to get meal and put me on an old mule named John, put a spur on my right heel to make the old mule go if he took the studs.

We prate about our civilisation and humanity, but those of us who do not carry hypocrisy to the length of self-deception know that underneath our starched shirts there lurks the savage, with all his savage instincts untouched. Occasionally he may be wanted, but we never need fear his dying out. On the other hand, it seems unwise to over-nourish him.

She was seated in a low old-fashioned arm-chair, directly below a portrait of herself, that had been taken just before her first visit to London.