There, now, that's the best I can do," he added after a moment.
"Lead him slowly and be sure to look where you're going." "I will, thank you--but can you find your way without the lantern ?" "Hannah can travel the road in the dark and so can I for that matter.
You needn't thank me, by the way.

I wouldn't have troubled about you, but I've a liking for horses." "A jolly good thing it was for me that you came up at the instant.

I say, Revercomb, I'm sorry it was your brother I got into a row with this morning." "Oh, that's another score.

We haven't settled it yet," retorted the Miller, as he stepped into his gig.

"You've warned us off your land, so I'll trouble you to keep to the turnpike and avoid the bridle path that passes my pasture." Before Gay could reply, the other had whistled to his mare and was spinning over the flat road into the star-spangled distance.
When the miller reached home and entered the kitchen, his mother's first words related to the plight of Archie, who sat sullenly nursing his bruised mouth in one corner.
"If you've got any of the Hawtrey blood in yo' veins you'll take sides with the po' boy," she said.