Why didn't you fry 'em a little more ?" Phillis not minding him, he condescended to eat them all, and to do justice to the meal in general.
"The old fool," thought Phillis, amused and provoked; "talkin of master's pilferin--never mind, I've put his ruffled shirt out, and he'll get in a good humor when he sees it, I reckon." Having finished his breakfast, Bacchus put an enormous piece of tobacco in his mouth, and commenced sharpening a small-sized scythe, that he called a razor.

In doing so, he made a noise like a high-pressure steamboat, now and then breathing on it, and going in a severe fit of coughing with every extra exertion.

On his table was a broken piece of looking-glass, on the quicksilver side of which, Arthur had, when a child, drawn a horse.

Into this Bacchus gave a look, preparatory to commencing operations.

Then, after due time spent in lathering, he hewed down at each shave, an amount of black tow that was inconceivable.