"What time will the stage be along, sir ?" "Not much before six, I expect.

You'll have the tide with you to go down." "It's well to look at the fair side of a subject," said Winthrop, as his father left the room.
"May I go with you, Governor ?" said Asahel.
"No sir." "Why ?" "Because I shall have the tide hard against me coming back." "But I am not much, and your arms are strong," urged Asahel.
"Very true.

Well -- we'll see.

Mother, do you want any fish to- day ?" A sort of comical taking of the whole subject somehow was expressed under these words, and set the whole family a- laughing, All but Rufus; he was impenetrable.

He sat finishing his breakfast without a word, but with a certain significant air of the lip and eyebrow, and dilating nostril, which said something was wrong.
It was the fairest of summer afternoons; the sky June's deep and full-coloured blue, the sun gay as a child, the hills in their young summer dress, just put on; and the water, -- well, it was running down very fast, but it was running quietly, and lying under the sky and the sunshine it sparkled back their spirit of life and joy.