Every man is a new book, and a book by himself; and it is not likely I can understand them all." "Now you are picking up my own words, and throwing them back at me.

That isn't right.

I don't know whatever to say for myself.

Eh?
What ?" "Say, 'dear Charlotte,' and 'good-by Charlotte,' and take an easy mind with you to Holler Scree, father.

As far as I am concerned, I will never grieve you, and never deceive you,--no, not in the least little thing." So she left him.