"He seems to be getting impossible-er almost every year, now, don't he ?" "I do not care to discuss Mr.Gage," replied the apostle of learning.
"I was in his abode once.

I should never care to go there again." Already she was leaning partially forward, ponderously, as about to resume her journey toward the school house.
"Well, now, Sim Gage," began Wid, raising a restraining hand, "he ain't so bad as you might think, ma'am.

He's just kind of fell into this way of living." "Mr.Gar-r-r-dner," said the lady positively, "I doubt if he has made a bed or washed a dish in twenty years.

His place is worse than an Indian camp.

I have taught schools among the savages myself, in Government service, and therefore I may speak with authority." "Well, now, ma'am, I reckon that's all true.