And if none of those be to your liking, we could roast two woodcocks in half an hour, and Annie would make the toast for them.

And the good folk made some mistake last week, going up the country, and left a keg of old Holland cordial in the coving of the wood-rick, having borrowed our Smiler, without asking leave.

I fear there is something unrighteous about it.

But what can a poor widow do?
John Fry would have taken it, but for our Jack.

Our Jack was a little too sharp for him.' Ay, that I was; John Fry had got it, like a billet under his apron, going away in the gray of the morning, as if to kindle his fireplace.
'Why, John,' I said, 'what a heavy log! Let me have one end of it.' 'Thank'e, Jan, no need of thiccy,' he answered, turning his back to me; 'waife wanteth a log as will last all day, to kape the crock a zimmerin.' And he banged his gate upon my heels to make me stop and rub them.