"It'd be right stylish on a hat." Dan Anderson gazed at Curly with reproach in his eyes.

"Now, I just wrung his neck," repeated the latter, protesting.
"Yes," said Dan Anderson, "and you've wrung the wrong neck.

Bill was innocent." "Then who done et the legs ?" "That," said Dan Anderson, "brings me again to the position which I enunciated this morning.

In these modern days of engineers, mining companies, parrots, and twins, the structure of our civilization is so complex as to require the services of a highly intelligent corporation counsel.

You ask who ate the candy ornament, representation, or image formerly existent on your premises.