Tom and I go out there ever so much." "Oh, I'd rather see the chickens.

I should think you'd kill yourself walking on roofs.

Wait till I get my gloves." "Oh, you don't want gloves in _Yorkbury_," said Gypsy, with a very superior air.

"That's nothing but a Boston fashion.

Slip on your hat and sack in a jiff, and come along." "I shall tan my hands," said Joy, reluctantly, as they went out.
"Besides, I don't know what a jiff is." "A jiff is--why, it's short for jiffy, I suppose." "But what's a jiffy ?" persisted Joy.
"Couldn't tell you," said Gypsy, with a bubbling laugh; "I guess it's something that's in a terrible hurry.