If it was whooping-cough, she whooped most heartily; if it was measles, she had them thick.
It was the normal thing in Polotzk, where the mothers worked as well as the fathers, for the children to be left in the hands of grandmothers and nursemaids.

I suffer reminiscent terrors when I recall Deborah's nurse, who never opened her lips except to frighten us children--or else to lie.

That girl never told the truth if she could help it.

I know it is so because I heard her tell eleven or twelve unnecessary lies every day.

In the beginning of her residence with us, I exposed her indignantly every time I caught her lying; but the tenor of her private conversations with me was conducive to a cessation of my activity along the line of volunteer testimony.