"I passed Jonathan Gay in the road and he asked me to bind up his horse's sprain." "He'd be damned befo' I'd bind up a sprain for him!" burst out Archie, with violence.

"Met me with a string of partridges this morning and jumped on me, blast him, as if he'd caught me in the act of stealing.
I'd like to know if we hadn't hunted on that land before he or his rotten old uncle were ever thought of ?" "Ah, those were merry days, those were!" piped grandfather.

"Used to go huntin' myself when I was young, with Mr.Jordan, an' brought home any day as many fine birds as I could carry.

Trained his dogs for him, too." "Thar was al'ays time for him to go huntin'," whimpered grandmother.
"What are you goin' to do about it, Abel ?" asked Sarah, turning upon him with the smoking skillet in her hand.
At the question Blossom Revercomb, who was seated at work under the lamp, raised her head and waited with an anxious, expectant look for the answer.

She was embroidering a pair of velvet slippers for Mr.Mullen--a task begun with passion and now ending with weariness.