Figurative Language of O. Henry

That boy put up a fight like a welter-weight cinnamon bear.

Arrest seemed but a rosy dream.

I went out and caught that boy and shook him until his freckles rattled.

Months went by, and still that little cloud of unforgotten cowardice hung above the camp.

He was making internal noises that would have had everybody in San Francisco hiking for the parks.

There was a town down there, as flat as a flannel-cake

The city marshal was had decided that Calliope should no more wake the echoes of the town.

It was considered an improper act to shoot the bride and groom at a wedding.

She began to talk in Spanish, a mournful stream of melancholy music.

Jeff Peters has been engaged in as many schemes for making money as there are recipes for cooking rice in Charleston, South Carolina.