Her shoulders shook: "It used to be a real nice carriage when Ezra had it," commented the widow admiringly.

"It needs ilin' and sprucin' up now, but I guess 'twill do.

Come!" to Bailey, who had not risen from the chopping block.
"Hurry up and harness or we'll never get started.

Thought you wanted to get back for dinner ?" Mr.Bangs stood up and heaved a sigh.
"I did," he answered slowly, "but," with a glance at the sulky, "somethin' seems to have took away my appetite.

Teacher, do you mean to--" But Miss Dawes had withdrawn to the corner of the house, from which viewpoint she seemed to be inspecting the surrounding landscape.