Follow that porcupine!

Oh, dear me, no. Then I should be known as that vampire with all the cats.

She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.

Who doesn’t want an exploding wicker chicken?

Cats were not, in her experience, an animal with much soul. Prosaic, practical little creatures as a general rule. It would suit her very well to be thought catlike.

I do not giggle without purpose. Lady Linette says you should never misapply a giggle.

[She] lost her patience, a thing she was all too prone to misplacing.