I can't help lookin' at the old woman.

Corned-beef-days she's tolerable calm.

Roastin'-days she worries some, 'n' keeps a sharp eye on the chap that carves.

But when there's anything in the poultry line, it seems to hurt her feelin's so to see the knife goin' into the breast and joints comin' to pieces, that there's no comfort in eatin'.

When I cut up an old fowl and help the boarders, I always feel as if I ought to say, Won't you have a slice of widdah ?--instead of chicken.
The young man John fell into a train of reflections which ended in his producing a Bologna sausage, a plate of "crackers," as we Boston folks call certain biscuits, and the bottle of whiskey described as being A 1.
Under the influence of the crackers and sausage, he grew cordial and communicative.
It was time, I thought, to sound him as to those of our boarders who had excited my curiosity.
What do you think of our young Iris ?--I began.
Fust-rate little filly;-he said .-- Pootiest and nicest little chap I've seen since the schoolma'am left.