"Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:" Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't.

They nonchalantly dived in, swam swiftly across the pool and pulled themselves up on the big rocks to luxuriate the sun.

I lowered the tip of mine into the water, tentatively, pensively dislodging the fly, which darted two feet away, poised, darted two feet back, and came to rest again a little farther up the rod.