"Wood, I declare.

Mrs.Fixfax is afraid I couldn't manage coal!" "And here's a 'normous big box full of sticks," said Lady Magnifico.

"I didn't s'pose wood grew in New York.

What now, Mr.Moon?
Don't I know wood is sawed out of trees?
Well, what you laughing at, then ?" "Laughing, my lady?
Why, who can help it, to see such a jolly room, big enough to hold a mass-meeting?
That's a loud-spoken clock up there.
Wonder if Mother Hubbard notices it's just going to strike twelve ?" Prudy looked up, but did not take the hint.
"I'm so glad I remembered to bring that clock.

I always used to tell my dog I prized it as much as he did his dear little tail .-- Why, what's burning?
That child has scorched her slip.