A twelve-by-fourteen canvas would not pin in his box, so he had to make a stretcher for it, and very neatly he made it, out of strips of butter-box.

Suppose we have a widget factory that produces 100 widgets per year, and a sprocket factory that produces 200 sprockets per year.

And the real true measure of that was when I got to eighteen, and I had a one-shot lead at the time, and I hit a perfect tee shot—this is the last day, the fondest day, Sunday.

Durm unfolded his hands, spread them wide. 'To what purpose? Nix, Her Majesty and I are doing all that can be done. He finds other visitors fretsome.' Gar glared. 'You're saying he'd find me fretsome? I am his son, Durm.'