They're intelligent kids — good kids.
This detective stuff comes roaring back after an absence—like bike riding and swimming.
It was a young man's—or woman's—game, although Dean doubted he'd have joined the contest, at least not willingly, even in his careless years.
It was early in the season for the little fellows—they usually stayed outside until the cold weather coaxed them indoors.
You're not a part of this unless I need—confirmation.