I expect he'll find it putty tough at first, but if he's a feller that c'n be drove out of bus'nis by a spell of the Eagle Tavern, he ain't the feller I'm lookin' fer--though I will allow," he added with a grimace, "that it'll be a putty hard test.

But if I want to say to him, after tryin' him a spell, that I guess me an' him don't seem likely to hitch, we'll both take it easier if we ain't livin' in the same house.

I guess I'll take a look at the Trybune," said David, unfolding that paper.
Mrs.Bixbee went on with her needlework, with an occasional side glance at her brother, who was immersed in the gospel of his politics.

Twice or thrice she opened her lips as if to address him, but apparently some restraining thought interposed.

Finally, the impulse to utter her mind culminated.