Through the leafstorm I ran toward her. She had fallen on the path, and a shower of small branches and stones came cascading down upon her.

The institution is pammed from a nearby hill-top, followed by close-ups of the various buildings.

I am as queer as Dick's hatband; that is, out of spirits, or don't know what ails me.

“I have tried,” said he, “everything that has ever been recommended as a cockroachicide.[…]”