автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  An Old-Fashioned Girl

Louisa May Alcott

I venture to avail myself of the privilege

beseeching little letters that made refusal impossible

if anything was the matter. “Pooh! who cares for a countrified little thing like her,” said Tom manfully to himself; and then the spirit of mischief entered in and took possession of him

his red crop was a tender point

occurred to her that she was going a-visiting.

trudging in the rear, and eyeing with favor the brown curls bobbing along in front.

trifle depressed by his own remissness in polite attentions.

She isn't a bit of a young lady, thank goodness

else I'd lose my chance of a hack

impressed upon her memory.

“Where are your trunks?