He was always arter our dinner horn, and blowin', and thinkin' he was the Angel Gabriel.

Well, it's a comfort to know he's buried, and isn't no more expense." "I sh'd like to see some of these crazy people," said Jim.

"They must be a jolly set.

My ha'r can't stand any straighter nor it does now, and when you feed the animals in the mornin', I'd kind o' like to go round with ye." The women insisted that he ought not to do it.

Only those who understood them, and were used to them, ought to see them.
"You see, we can't give 'em much furnitur'," said Mrs.Buffum.