Thar's bad blood still betwixt you an' him, aint' thar, Abel ?" "Oh, I'm not seekin' a quarrel.

The trouble is in Archie's hands an' he'll have to keep it there." "Well, he's a fine shape of a man," declared Betsey Bottom.

"Some women try to make out that they ain't got an eye for the shape as long as the sense is all square and solid--but I ain't never been one of 'em.

Sense is all right in its place, no doubt, but thar're times when a fine figger is mo' convincin' than any argyment that ever was uttered." "It's a thing that beats me," pondered Solomon Hatch, "why a sensible woman should care how a man is made on the outside so long as the proper stuffin' is inside of him.

With a man now, of course, it is different, seein' as natur made 'em with a sharp eye for the beauty in the opposite sex, an' they're all for natur an' al'ays have been.