I then quitted her again, and she drew the bolt in one of her worst, most peevish humours.

The dog pressed his paw on the latch to let himself in.

We sang for a while, and then we told gags and recited limericks for a while, and I noticed that the kid and Maggie had wandered into the back room - the one with the latch on the door.

A sudden thought gave Grethel unusual strength; she started forward,gave the old woman a push which sent her right into the oven, then she shut the iron door and fastened the bolt.

As the neighbours complained of the noise, my husband spent weeks training him to press his paw on the latch to let himself in.