That's the way I feel.

It's fancy, but I can't help that." Dame Thibadeau rested her hands--on her huge stomach as though the idea had its origin there.
"I've seen a lot of fancies come to pass," gloomily returned her friend.
"It's a funny world.

I don't know what to make of its sometimes." "And that girl of his, the strangest creature, as proud as a peacock, but then as kind as kind to the children--of a good heart, surelee.

They say she has plenty of gold rings and pearls and bracelets, and all like that.

Babette Courton, she saw them when she went to sew.