"Ekthepting Homer and Tennython," he added, as if willing to be just to all men.
"What for?
they've done nothing to you." "Haven't they! But for them I need not watht my life in making Latin vertheth.

The fighting, though, in Homer and Tennython I like." In the meantime the four younger children were whispering together over a large paper parcel, that crackled a good deal.
"Which do you think is the grandest word ?" said Bertram.
"I _fallacious_, Janie." "But you said you would put _umbrageous_," observed Hugh, in a discontented tone.
"No, those words don't mean _it_," answered Janie.

"I like _ambrosial_ best.

Put 'For our dear ambrosial Johnnie.'" The parcel contained as many squibs and crackers as the seller thereof would trust with his young customers; also one rocket.
Johnnie's little brothers and sisters having written these words, rose from the floor on which they had been seated, and with blushes and modest pride presented the parcel.
"For a birthday present," they said, "and, Johnnie, you're to let off every one of them your own self; and lots more are coming from the shop." "My wig!" exclaimed Johnnie, feigning intense surprise, though he had heard every word of the conference.

"Let them all off mythelf, did you thay?
Well, I do call that a motht egregiouth and tender lark." These epithets appeared to give rarity and splendour to his thanks.
Janie pondered over them a little, but when Crayshaw added, "Quite parenthetical," she gave it up.