"Are you alone, my son?" asked a soft voice close behind me.

"The last thing I want for my daughter is a boy who drinks !" said Brinda.

"What a terrible storm it is!" he said.

'I'll take a quick nap here in this soft grass', said the hare.

"Jack fell as he'd have wished," the mother said."

"Give yourself fifteen minutes and walk gently," Uncle Podger always said.

He said to her, "What a cold day!"

Nita ordered her servant to bring her cup of tea.

Walter said, "I cannot do it now."