Mebby you'd better have one, Samantha." I looked at him witherin'ly, but he didn't seem to wither any.
But a bystander spoke up and sez, "These are the pipes of opium-smokers, who have given up the vile habit.

They wuz collected in Japan and presented to that noble worker, Mary Allen West." And the bell rung for the first time at her funeral in way-off Japan, where she laid down her sickle on her ripe sheaves, and rested from her labors.
(These last lines are my own eppisodin; he simply related the facts.) There wuz associations on exhibition from all the different countries of the globe, of Christian workers of all kinds, in organizations, horsepitals, missionary fields, etc.

from Loontown clear to Turkey.
The Turkish Compassionate Fund rousted up sights of emotions in me.

When you looked at the marvellous Oriental embroideries of the Mahommeden wimmen, you didn't dispute that their work has devoloped a new art.
You see, them female Turkeys wuz drove from their homes by the Tigers, War, and Starvation, and the Baroness Burdette Coutts and Lady Layard bought the materials and organized this work.

There are two thousand engaged in it now.
Madame Zarcoff, who is in charge of it now, has a medal gin her by the Sultan, with "Charity" engraved on it in the language of the Turkeys.
I couldn't read it, or Josiah.