It was flared, spoilered and winged in every way — so much that it could be mistaken for a car modified with aftermarket touches.

Don't move that beam! It's a support for the whole platform.

I've done ten dozen this week, she said proudly to Mrs. Morel. T-t-t! went the other. I don't know how you can find time. Eh! said Mrs. Anthony. You can find time if you make time. Let's make time next week to meet again.

[S]he had hoped against hope that he would be a least weasel—smallest of all carnivores. She had never seen one. The least weasel diets almost exclusively on tiny, selected mice.