But barrin' the shearin' of our wool, we are the mildest, most sheepish fellows you could imagine.

I don't reckon now there is a man among us who could be induced to blat or to butt, under the most tryin' circumstances.

My Mary's got a little lamb, and all the rist of the boys are lambs.

But all the lambs are waned, and clusterin' round the milk pail.

Ain't that touchin'?
Come on, now, Ruben, ile up and edify us some more!" "On what point do you seek enlightenment ?" inquired the Thread Man.
Jimmy stretched his long legs, and spat against the stove in pure delight.
"Oh, you might loosen up on the work of a man," he suggested.