It is but a chip here and a chip there, yet it may bring the tree down in time.
Chip, thinking of the morrow's drive, groaned in real anguish of spirit.
The girl caught her breath, and Chip eyed her sharply from the corner of his eye.
Chip carefully brushed a fly off Polly's flank with the whip.
Chip saw and interpreted the glance, somewhat contemptuously.
Chip held the creams to a walk and furtively watched his companion.
"It kinda looks that way, from here," said Chip, inwardly ashamed.
The Old Man looked at Chip, intelligence dawning in his face.
Chip blushed under the praise and hastily answered the question.
Chip jerked open the door with a force greatly in excess of the need of it.
