It is better than Jefferson's March!" "Oh, a very good air to go to the gallows by!" snapped Uncle Edward.
"Jacqueline, some cream!" "Well, well," said his brother amicably, from the head of the table, "we must care for a man when he's wounded at our door, friend or foe, Federalist or damned Republican.

Noblesse oblige.

I was glad enough the night my mare Nelly threw me, coming home from Maria Erskine's wedding, to hear Bob Carter's voice behind me! And if Gideon Rand was a surly old heathen, he broke colts well, and he rolled tobacco well.

We'll treat his son like a Christian." "And he'll repay you like a Turk!" broke out Major Edward.

"I tell you it is bred in the bone--" "Mr.Rand is our guest," said Jacqueline, in a clear voice, from her place behind the coffee urn.