I remember, Sallie Dearborn and I used to go a-foot to singing-school down the valley four miles.

But now, wouldn't go riding to-night with the handsomest woman in America, and the best cutter in Rock River." "Oh! you've got both feet in the grave up t' the ankles, anyway," said Robie, from his desk, but the Judge immovably gazed at the upper shelf on the other side of the room, where the boilers and pans and washboards were stored.
"The Judge is a little on the sentimental order to-night," said Amos.
"Hold on, Colonel! hold on.

You've _got_'o jump.

Hah! hah!" roared Gordon from the checkerboard.

"That's right, that's right!" he ended, as the Colonel complied reluctantly.
"Sock it to the old cuss!" commented Amos.