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She would delight in making herself terrible to him, pinch and tower over the huddle of him with her hands hooked inward like talons. His meekness hurt her to frenzy, and because she was ashamed of tears she clawed. "Oh, you! You! You just make me feel like I don't know what." "Ouch! Lilly, you pinch!" "Well, then, don't always hold your head off to one side like somebody was going to hit you.

So the Rat who had come just to look at the trap, began to lift first one foot and then another over the shining curved bars, and got all ready to catch up the cheese and run. "Now!" he cried. "One, two, three!" He did snatch it and jump, but the trap jumped, too, in its own trappy way, and the Rat who got the cheese left the three tip rings of his tail to pay for it. "Ouch!" he cried. "My tail!

The stranger, whoever he was, certainly did give an account of himself, but not in the manner which Billy meant. There was a sudden shooting out of a brawny fist, and Billy was taken between the eyes, and for a moment saw stars. "Ouch!" he ejaculated, letting go of the person he had seized,

But now I know he does, Mr. Hooty'll have to be smarter than he's ever been before to catch me napping again. My, how I do smart and ache! I know now just how Danny Meadow Mouse felt that time Hooty caught him and dropped him into the Old Briar-patch. Ouch! Well, as my mother used to say: 'Yesterday has gone away; Make the most of just to-day.

"I'll put some more water on you!" "No you don't! Now you swim along!" suddenly cried Mrs. Stumptail. "Get away!" With that she tapped Keedah on his head with her trunk two or three times, and, when an elephant wants to, it can strike very hard with its long nose, even though it seems soft. "Ouch! Ouch!" trumpeted Keedah as he swam out of reach of Mrs. Stumptail. "Ouch! Let me alone!"

So, while the top was spinning very fast, Billie picked it up, and, holding it on his paw, quickly put it over on Uncle Wiggily's paw. "Ouch! It tickles!" cried the bunny uncle, sort of giggling like. "Yes, a little," laughed Billie, "but I don't mind that. Now I'll show you how to pick it up."

As a sign of devotion, he tried to step on Dorothy's foot under the table, after a pleasing habit of their courtship in the New York boarding-house, but he succeeded only in drawing an unconscious "ouch" and a vivid blush from Miss St. Clair, by which he impressed Dorothy more deeply than he could have hoped to do otherwise. "Have you come far, Miss St. Clair?" asked Dorothy, conventionally.

"Ordinance says nobody can't engage in no diversion on the Lord's Day. That's today, and this here limousine's a diversion, ain't it?" Mr. Mix cried out in anguish, as her grip tightened. "Ouch! It's a damned outrage! Leggo my arm." "No, it isn't! Oh, Theodore, don't you see what it means " "Leggo, Mirabelle! It's a damned outrage!" "No, it isn't either! Theodore, don't you see?

"Where's Eeny-Meeny?" he said in an ominously even voice. "I don't know what you're talking about," said Anthony, struggling to pull out of his grasp. "Ouch! Quit your pinching me." The Captain took a little firmer hold. "You'd better tell," he advised. "It might not be healthy for you to keep it to yourself. So that's what you meant when you said you knew something we didn't."

Broken wires began to sputter ominously and fire out sparks. A smell of singed feathers and burning rubber filled the air. By the light of the sparks David saw the Phoenix staggering to its feet. He jumped to the bird's side, but the Phoenix waved him away with its wing. "Quick, my boy," it gasped. "We must make a strategic retreat! Meet me on the ledge in the morning. Ouch!"