“I don’t know what all the fuss is about,” offered Pat in his pleasantest voice. “Even if I’d broken that paw off he’d still have three left, which is one better than you or me.” / “She looked at him then, a glare of hate under brows like a black-stone cliff. “You’ll know me again, won’t you?” Pat offered. / And so, in due course, she did. / “These canophiles!” sighed Pat, rejoining Jan on the bride. “It’s a disease really, particularly rampant in the British Isles, though not unknown in the States.” / “Cano—?” Her voice was still abstracted, as though her thought was far away. / “Canophiles—dog worshipers. Mind you, I’ve nothing against dogs so long as they’re not kept by people who will spell the word the wrong way around. Then they become a nuisance to the community.”

The champions came out (with) all/both guns blazing.

During the four years that elapsed while the manuscript lay unstudied at Harvard, new forms had been discovered along our coast; and Nutting and Hargitt had published their papers upon the hydroids and medusæ of the Woods Hole region.

She tiff'd at Tim, she ran from Ralph.