There is a tiger in my room,' said Frances.'Did he bite you?' said Father.'No,' said Frances.'Did he scratch you?' said Mother.'No,' said Frances.'Then he is a friendly tiger,' said Father. 'He will n...
Frances has gotten out of bed again and come to her parents' room...)'How can the wind have a job?' asked Frances. ' has a job,' said Father.'I have to go to my office every morning at nine o'clock. T...
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Stall
(n.) Stabling.