Do you know," she added, "I think Bubble is a _remarkably_ bright boy.

I am very sure that he will make a name for himself, if only he can have proper training." "Presume likely!" said Mrs.Chirk, with melancholy satisfaction.

"His father was a _real_ smart man.

There warn't no better hayin' hand in the county than Loammi Chirk.

And I'm in hopes Zerubbabel will do as well, for he has a good friend in Farmer Hartley; no boy couldn't have a better." Eminence in the profession of "haying" was not precisely what Hilda had meant; but she said nothing.
"And my poor girl here," Mrs.Chirk continued after a pause, "she sets in her cheer hay-times and other times.