I'd rather see a good circus any time than one of these singing pieces.
Sassafras tea and a circus every spring; I always take both." Sylvia found these views on the drama wholly edifying.

Circuses and sassafras tea were within the range of her experience, and finding that she had struck a point of contact, Mrs.Owen expressed her pity for any child that did not enjoy a round of sassafras tea every spring.
Sassafras in the spring, and a few doses of quinine in the fall, to eliminate the summer's possible accumulation of malaria, were all the medicine that any good Hoosier needed, Mrs.Owen averred.
"I'm for all this new science, you understand that," Mrs.Owen continued.

"A good deal of it does seem to me mighty funny, but when they tell me to boil drinking-water to kill the bugs in it, and show me pictures of the bugs they take with the microscope, I don't snort just because my grandfather didn't know about those things and lived to be eighty-two and then died from being kicked by a colt.

I go into the kitchen and I say to Eliza, 'Bile the water, Liza; bile it twice.' That's the kind of a new woman I am.

But let's see; we were speaking of Marian." "I liked her very much; she's very nice and ever so interesting," said Sylvia.
"Bless you, she's nice enough and pretty enough; but about this college business.