In half a moment he added: "I guess if Sue Wright recommends 'em they won't hurt us any." "Ayes! I ain't afraid--we'll wade into 'em," she answered recklessly.
"Ayes! we'll see what they're about." Aunt Deel began with _The Stolen Child_.

She read slowly and often paused for comment or explanation or laughter or to touch the corner of an eye with a corner of her handkerchief in moments when we were all deeply moved by the misfortunes of our favorite characters, which were acute and numerous.

Often she stopped to spell out phrases of French or Latin, whereupon Uncle Peabody would exclaim: "Call it 'snags' and go on." The "snags" were numerous in certain of the books we read, in which case Uncle Peabody would exclaim: "Say, that's purty rough plowin'.

Mebbe you better move into another field." How often I have heard Aunt Deel reading when the effect was like this: "The Duchess exclaimed with an accent which betrayed the fact that she had been reared in the French Capital: 'Snags!' Whereupon Sir Roger rejoined in French equally patrician: 'Snags!" Those days certain authors felt it necessary to prove that their education had not been neglected or forgotten.

Their way was strewn with fragments of classic lore intended to awe and mystify the reader, while evidences of correct religious sentiment were dropped, here and there, to reassure him.