Late last night I heard the screen door slam. / And a big yellow taxi took away my old man.

But very soon he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, and made nice tunnels for him under the bedclothes that he said were like the burrows the real rabbits lived in.

In former ages, the quarter-staff was a formidable weapon— […] To this heavy staff succeeded the lighter single-stick, or cudgel, which was more wieldy, portable, and elegant.

What shall we do with a drunken sailor? […] / Put him in the longboat and make him bail her / Early in the morning.