It is high-toned and dignified, and shows that I am highly cultured and refined.

I will copy it off, and mail it." Fletcher saw his letter deposited in the post-office, and returned to his room.
"I ought to practise reading these poems, so as to do it up handsomely," he said.

"I suppose I shall get a good notice in the 'Gazette.' If I do, I will buy a dozen papers, and send to my friends.

They will see that I am a person of consequence in Centreville, even if I didn't get elected to any office in the high and mighty Clionian Society." I am sorry that I cannot reproduce the withering sarcasm which Fletcher put into his tone in the last sentence.
When Demosthenes was practising oratory, he sought the sea-shore; but Fitzgerald repaired instead to a piece of woods about half a mile distant.

It was rather an unfortunate selection, as will appear.
It so happened that Tom Carver and Hiram Huntley were strolling about the woods, when they espied Fletcher approaching with an open book in his hand.
"Hiram," said Tom, "there's fun coming.