You can't tell where you'll find these youngsters if you leave them a while." "We are all forever moving," said the schoolmaster.

"No man is ever two days in the same altitude unless he's a Whig." "Or a _born_ fool," the Senator laughed with a subtlety which I did not then appreciate.
He asked about my aunt and uncle and expressed joy at learning that I was now under Mr.Hacket.
"I shall be here for a number of weeks," he said, "and I shall want to see you often.

Maybe we'll go hunting some Saturday." We bade him good morning and he went on with his wheelbarrow, which was loaded, I remember, with stout sacks of meal and flour.
We went to the school at half past eight.

What a thrilling place it was with its seventy-eight children and its three rooms.

How noisy they were as they waited in the school yard for the bell to ring! I stood by the door-side looking very foolish, I dare say, for I knew not what to do with myself.