The little girl who had chosen the good name of Lillian May might have been excused; but not these others.

If his grandfather was without understanding in such a matter, in what, then, could he be trusted?
He descended to a still lower plane before he fell asleep that night.

Even if he had _one_ of them, he would probably never have a whole row, graduated from a pigmy to a mammoth, to hang on a wire across the front window, after the manner of the rich, and dazzle the outer world into envy.

The mood was but slightly chastened when he remembered, as he now did, that on last Christmas he had received only one pretentious candy rooster, falsely hollow, and a very uninteresting linen handkerchief embroidered with some initials not his own.

He fell asleep on a brutal reflection that the cane could be broken accidentally and eaten..