Lightningfossil

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Chantermaze

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly.

Dropperidot

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention. Chopperiris.

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.