“I can't find the change I got from the gas station.” She snapped open her coin purse in hopes that she'd stuck it there.

Once John, being overtaken in drink on the roadside by the cottage, and dreaming that he was burning in hell, awoke and saw the old wife hobbling toward him. Thereupon he fled soberly to the hills, and from that day became a quiet-living, humble-minded Christian.

Once, for ten minutes, the sun shone at midday, and ten minutes afterward a new gale was piping up.

Good! cried Mr. Damon, […] Ho! for the cavern and the lost city of Kurzon. And the idol of gold, said Tom Swift to himself. I hope we can get it ahead of Beecher. Perhaps if I can help in that—Oh, well, here's hoping, that's all! and a little smile curved his lips.