The puppies ran up to the girl, their tails all awag.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, / Old Time is still a flying: / And this same flower, that smiles to-day; / To-morrow will be dying.

Channel 4's bug distracted Jim from his favorite show.

[…] it was her own knife; little sister Mary had left it to her upon her deathbed, and she ought to have had it to keep herself long ago. But mama kept it from her, and was always letting Betsey get hold of it; and the end of it would be that Betsey would spoil it, and get it for her own, though mama had promised her that Betsey should not have it in her own hands.