In the lightness of my heart I sang catches of songs as my horse gayly bore me along the well-remembered road.

My phone has needed five recharges in the last month.

I'm a roper — mostly tie-down, but I do some team, too.

“Oh Miss Thorne, look here!” said she, as soon as she found herself in the drawing-room, ”do look at my roquelaure! It's clean spoilt, and for ever."