Don't say--O Mounty! Master Harry.

You always stand up for your friends, you do.

The Major is very handsome and tall, and he may be very good, but he is much too old a young man for me.

Bless you, my dears, the quantity of wild oats your father sowed and my own poor Mountain when they were ensigns in Kingsley's, would fill sacks full! Show me Mr.Washington's wild oats, I say--not a grain! Well, I happened to step in last Tuesday, when he was here with your mamma; and I am sure they were talking about you, for he said, 'Discipline is discipline, and must be preserved.
There can be but one command in a house, ma'am, and you must be the mistress of yours.'" "The very words he used to me," cries Harry.

"He told me that he did not like to meddle with other folks' affairs, but that our mother was very angry, dangerously angry, he said, and he begged me to obey Mr.Ward, and specially to press George to do so." "Let him manage his own house, not mine," says George, very haughtily.
And the caution, far from benefiting him, only rendered the lad more supercilious and refractory.
On the next day the storm broke, and vengeance fell on the little rebel's head.