He knew you and Horace." "Me and Horace?
Who could it have been ?" "He's the major; his name is Lazelle." "O, I remember him," said Grace and Horace together.

"Does he wear a wig?
He isn't old at all." "He _calls_ himself 'an old mustache,'" returned Dotty, "for he said so to me.

He wears one of those _hair-lips_, and a wig." "And he's as blind as a post ?" "O, no, he can see things now.

I liked him, for he gave me all the apples and peaches I could eat." "I reckon it did him good to go to the war," exclaimed Horace, "for I remember, when I was a little fellow, how he boxed my ears!" "He has suffered a great deal since then," said the gentle Cassy, thoughtfully.

"You know people generally grow better by suffering." "Dotty dear, you can't keep your eyes open," said Grace, after the candy had been pulled.