"More like a shovel, enough sight.

Well, there's pretty nigh dust enough for a shovel, so maybe this'll take off the top layers.

S'pose I'll ever get this house fit for Mr.Ellery to live in before he comes?
I wonder if he's a particular man ?" Grace, who was struggling with a refractory window, paused for breath.
"I'm sure I don't know," she replied.

"I've never seen him." "Nor I either.

Sol was so bad the Sunday he preached that I couldn't go to meetin'.