He therefore dropped the subject, and said, "Well, time enough to think of Lenny's future prospects; meanwhile we are forgetting the haymakers.

Come." The widow opened the back door, which led across a little apple orchard into the fields.
PARSON.--"You have a pleasant place here; and I see that my friend Lenny should be in no want of apples.

I had brought him one, but I have given it away on the road." WIDOW.--"Oh, sir, it is not the deed,--it is the will; as I felt when the squire, God bless him! took two pounds off the rent the year he--that is, Mark--died." PARSON.--"If Lenny continues to be such a help to you, it will not be long before the squire may put the two pounds on again." "Yes, sir," said the widow, simply; "I hope he will." "Silly woman!" muttered the parson.

"That's not exactly what the schoolmistress would have said.

You don't read nor write, Mrs.
Fairfield; yet you express yourself with great propriety." "You know Mark was a schollard, sir, like my poor, poor sister; and though I was a sad stupid girl afore I married, I tried to take after him when we came together.".