What a blessed relief! Carley had keen sense of the difference between riding in Central Park and in Arizona. She regretted her choice of horses. Spillbeans was attractive to look at, but the pleasure of riding him was a delusion. Flo had said his gait resembled the motion of a rocking chair. This Western girl, according to Charley, the sheep herder, was not above playing Arizona jokes. Be that as it might, Spillbeans now manifested a desire to remain with the other horses, and he broke out of a walk into a trot. Carley could not keep him from trotting.英文原著 · 《The Call of the Canyon》
I'm going to make--I'm going to make--let's see. Oh, I know. I'll make the pine tree beside the pond." She took some blue sand and made the little lake. Then she took the black sand and made the trunk of the tree and some branches. She spilled a little of the black sand. It made black specks. "Oh, dear!" she cried. "I've spilled." Taro looked at it.英文原著 · 《The Japanese Twins》
"Put the green leaves over the spilled place," he said. "It isn't the right place for leaves," Take said. She took some blue sand in one hand and some yellow in the other. She let them fall on the paper together. They made the green part of the tree. "I know what I'll do about the black that spilled," she said. "I'll call it a swarm of bees!" This is Take's picture. You can see the bees!英文原著 · 《The Japanese Twins》
Tell me, serve notice upon me, and then let me go ahead and get my coffee-pot. That was the quickest and kindest way to teach me. I learned very quickly that if I did not hear mother, and heed, a coffee-pot would spill upon me. I cannot remember when I disobeyed my mother that a coffee-pot of some kind did not spill upon me, and I got my blisters. Mother did not inflict them. Mother was not much of an inflicter. Father attended to that in the laboratory behind the parsonage. "Stop, Look, Listen"
And thru the bumps we learn that The College of Needless Knocks runs on the same plan.英文原著 · 《The University of Hard Knocks》
This winter's weather it waxeth cold, And frost doth freeze on every hill, And Boreas blows his blasts so bold, That all our cattle are like to spill; Bell my wife, who loves no strife, She said unto me quietly, "Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life; Man, put thine old cloak about thee."英文原著 · 《A Bundle of Ballads》