I was never east of Boston in my life." "By Jove! I congratulate you," exclaimed the young man fervidly.

"And I'll wager that you went to school at a cross-roads school-house and rode to town in a farm wagon to see a circus that had lions and elephants; and you probably chopped wood and broke colts and went swimming in an old swimmin'-hole and did all the other things you read about in American biographies and story books.

I can see it in your eye; and you talk like it, too." "I dare say I do!" laughed Dan.

"They've always told me that my voice sounds like a nutmeg grater." "They filed mine off! Mother was quite strong for the Italian _a_, and I'm afraid I've caught it, just like a disease." "I should call it a pretty good case.

I was admiral of a canal boat in New Jersey one summer trying to earn enough money to carry my sophomore year in college, and cussing the mules ruined my hope of a reputable accent.