"We'll get a hard, driving rain afore mornin', you see.

Then, if she still holds from the northwest'ard, it'll fair off fine." "Goin' out in this, Mr.Ellery!" exclaimed Keziah, in amazement, as the minister put on his hat and coat about seven that evening.

"Sakes alive! you won't be able to see the way to the gate.

It's as dark as a nigger's pocket and thicker than young ones in a poor man's family, as my father used to say.

You'll be wet through.