They seem to think I'm gifted with prophetic vision.

They ask me to tell them just how badly we're going to whip Keyport to-morrow morning, and lots of other things that I know no more about than a baby might." "Well, have you decided to give up trying to learn where the woman with the little child came from ?" asked Thad, again switching the subject in an abrupt fashion he had.
"Oh! I don't know whether it will pay me to go out again, and try to trace her back to Belleville, or some such place," said Hugh.
"Doctor Cadmus assured my mother she would certainly be in her rational mind inside of two days at the longest.

So I reckon I had better lie on my oars, and wait.

I've got plenty to bother about, as it is, with that hot game coming off in the morning." "Perhaps you're wise about that, Hugh.

I know I'm a lot too impatient by half, and can't bear to wait for things to come to me.
That's why I always stepped out to meet the ball when at bat; and I often caught it before the break came to make it a sharp drop." "Mother says she thinks her full name is Judith Walters, though, as far as we know now, that doesn't help any.