Still, I am a better philosopher after dinner than before it.

But if we lived simpler, we should pay fewer taxes." As they rode along a lady passenger sang the ballad of John Barleycorn, in the chorus of which Mr.Adams joined with much spirit.
"My capacity for getting fun out of a song is like the gift of a weasel for sucking eggs," he said.
So they fared along, and when Jack was taking leave of the distinguished lawyer at The Black Horse Tavern in Philadelphia the latter invited the boy to visit him in Boston if his way should lead him there.
2 The frank, fearless, sledge-hammer talk of the lawyer made a deep impression on the boy, as a long letter written next day to his father and mother clearly shows.

He went to the house of the printer, where he did not receive the warm welcome he had expected.

Deborah Franklin was a fat, hard-working, illiterate, economical housewife.

She had a great pride in her husband, but had fallen hopelessly behind him.