She's got the evil eye an' if she puts it on ye, why ye'll git drownded er fall off a high place er somethin'." The boys were of one accord about that.
Sally ran past us with that low-lived Wills boy, who carried her books for her.

His father had gone into the grocery business and Henry wore boughten clothes.

I couldn't tell Sally how mean he was.

I was angry and decided not to speak to her until she spoke to me.

I got along better in school, although there was some tittering when I recited, probably because I had a broader dialect and bigger boots than the boys of the village..