Roguish lads to test him sprinkled red pepper, a lot of it, on the red hot stove.

He almost suffocated, but burst out with: "By God, there's enemies to religion in this house! Hist the winders!" The rubicund butcher of that period (we had no choice) was asked by a long-time patron how he got such a red face.

"Cider apple sass." The same patron said, "You have served me pretty well, but cheated me a good deal." "Yes, sir, but you have no idea how much I've cheated you." Our one milliner, positively brilliant in her remarks, when a lady sent back her bonnet twice on the ground that it was not becoming, said, "Remember you have your face to contend with." Our only and original gravedigger, manager in general of village affairs.
After the death of a physician, his wife gave a stained-glass window to the Episcopal Church of St.Luke, the beloved physician.

She asked Jason if he liked it.

He said, "It don't strike me as a particular speaking likeness of Dr.Tom." To one of the new professors who ventured to make a few suggestions, "Who be yaou anyway ?" He enjoyed buttonholing people he met in our "graveyard" and pointing out where they "must shortly lie." Our landlord--who that ever saw Horace Frary could forget him?
If a mother came to Hanover to see her boy on the 2.30 P.M.train, no meal could be obtained.