Eh?
Puppy, don't you confess that you are no better than a vegetable?
Come, now, be honest." "Hee! hee!" replied Poopy.
"Humph! I thought so.

But that's an odd question of yours, Alice.

What do you mean by it ?" "I mean that my papa thinks there are friends in the settlement who are enemies." "Does he, though?
Now that's mysterious," said the boy, becoming suddenly grave.

"That requires to be looked to.

Come, Alice, tell me all the particulars.