'Tis there that the friends of my youth flourish, and the grass green banner of O'Malley waves.

Take me back; oh, take me--" "You will be taken away back and set down with a jar in about two seconds if you are seized with another of those spells," promised Tom Gray, turning a withering glance upon Hippy.
"What sort of jar," asked Hippy, with an interested grin.

"A cooky jar or merely a glass candy jar?
Be sure you make it a full one." "It will be a full one," replied Tom with emphasis, "and will last you for a long time." "I don't believe I'll take up with your proposition," said Hippy hastily.

"There is something about the tone of your voice that makes my spinal column vibrate with nervous apprehension.

I think I had better confine my conversation strictly to Nora.