"We must be on the watch, Wal, or we'll miss our chance; they'll be sending them out o' this about as soon as they're finished." "Yes.

Who do you think they're for ?" (The boys scorned the rules of English grammar, and refused to be fettered by them.

Was not theirs a land of free speech--for the aristocratic class to which they undoubtedly belonged ?) "Cal and Art, of course." "Don't you believe it, Art cares for nothing but his books and Silverheels.

Wasn't that a jolly birthday present, Dick?
I wish Travilla and Cousin Elsie would remember ours the same way." "Reckon I do.

There, everything's just as we found it.