" Hold your tongue, you disrespectful old bird! " cried Polly, tumbling off the chair with a bounce, and running to peck the 'rattlepated' boy, who was shaking with laughter at the last speech.
The debate about rap music and video games trundles on, even though the murder rate has tumbled nationwide and many of those frightening rappers have become middle-aged entrepreneurs.
I get along pretty well with most of them. It seems there are always a few rotten apples in the bunch, though. Like Margaret. I don't know why management hasn't fired her yet. She's a terrible gossip.