Got some business with Miss Jane.

Lord, what a wad o' them!" "That ain't half what she gits sometimes," replied the postmistress, "and most of 'em has seals and crests stamped on 'em.

Some o' them furrin lords, I guess, she met over there." These letters the captain held in his hand when he pushed open the door of the sitting-room and stood before the inmates in his rough pea-jacket, his ruddy face crimson with the cold, his half-moon whiskers all the whiter by contrast.
"Good-mornin' to the hull o' ye!" he shouted.

"Cold as blue blazes outside, I tell ye, but ye look snug enough in here.

Hello, little Pond Lily! why ain't you out on your sled?
Put two more roses in your cheeks if there was room for 'em.