‘Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!’ he said aloud.

She put her hand down and felt it. It's a flower - a chrysanthemum. Thank you, Wee One! An apport? asked Mailey. No, no, Mr. Mailey, said Bolsover. They were in the vase on the harmonium. Speak to her, Miss Challenger. Keep the vibrations going.

Myrna was certain the woman would cream in her jeans at this opportunity to be a good neighbor.

One of the wagon wheels came off.