She hopped from the step to the walk, turned to us, her head on one side, playfulness in the air around her, and shook her finger at us.
"Be extremely particular that you leave things immaculate at the consummation of your labour," she said.

"'Remember that cleanliness is next to Godliness!'" "Two terms of that!" gasped Leon, sinking on the stove hearth.

"Behold Job mourning as close the ashes as he can." Billy Wilson had the top lid off, so he reached down and got a big handful of ashes and sifted them over Leon.

But it's no fun to do anything like that to him; he only sank in a more dejected heap, and moaned: "Send for Bildad and Zophar to comfort me, and more ashes, please." "Why does the little feathered dear touch earth at all?
Why doesn't she fly ?" demanded Silas Shaw.
"I'm going to get a hundred wads ready for Monday," said Jimmy Hood.
"We can shoot them when we please." "Bet ten cents you can't hit her," said Billy Wilson.

"There ain't enough of her for a decent mark." "Let's quit and go home," proposed Leon.