I give de apples--more as half a peck." Felix broke into a hearty, ringing laugh--one of the few either Masie or his employer had ever heard escape his lips.
"We will let you off without even the apples this time," he said, when he recovered himself.

"They are not coming to get something to eat this time.

I will give them something better." "And you say everybody is comin'.

Who is dot everybody ?" "Just leave it all to me, Mr.Kling.And give yourself no concern.

I am going to use everything we have: all our cups and saucers, no matter whether they are Spode, Lowestoft, or Worcester; all the platters, German beer mugs, candlesticks--even that rare old tablecloth trimmed with church lace.