That's why I like to think o' Michael Henry.

His food is good thoughts and his wine is laughter.

I had a long visit with M.H.
last night when ye were all abed.

His face was a chunk o' laughter.

Oh, what a limb he is! I wish I could tell ye all the good things he said." "There comes Colonel Hand," said Mrs.Hacket as she looked out of the window.