"Didn't you promise to be careful where you sent that boy!" she exclaimed.

"Hugh Glinds, you are a palavering old humbug!" Old Hughy had little enough to say; but he tried to smooth matters over by offering her a piece of honey-comb.
"No, sir," said she.

"I want none of your honey!" All that the old Squire had said when he saw me up in the hemlock was, "Be calm, my son; you will get down safe." And when they threw the rope up to me he added, "Now, first tie a square knot and then take good hold of the rope with both hands.".