But he holds on so tight with them that I don't believe you can get him open.

He says he never gives up to boys." So saying, the teacher went away.

It is scarcely necessary to say to any one who knows boys that the teacher was called out not long afterwards to see that Old Gnarly and Old Slivertwist were both split up fine--the boys standing around the heaps of well-prepared fire-wood which they had afforded, and regarding them with an air of exultation and triumph.
_Muscles reinvigorated through the Action of the Mind_.
An older sister has been taking a walk, with little Johnny, four years old, as her companion.

On their return, when within half a mile of home, Johnny, tired of gathering flowers and chasing butterflies, comes to his sister, with a fatigued and languid air, and says he can not walk any farther, and wants to be carried.
"I can't carry you very well," she says, "but I will tell you what we will do; we will stop at the first tavern we come to and rest.

Do you see that large flat stone out there at the turn of the road?
That is the tavern, and you shall be my courier.