I fancy I know my sister Daisy's fist when I see it.

There you are! That was screwed up to jam open the door to keep it from sliding-to.

Six foot two again.

Then there's the sack--precious like an M and an R those two letters, aren't they?
and M R is precious like the initials of six foot two again.

I don't blame him if he did scrag old Bickers--very good job; and as it happens, it don't hurt our house very much now we're going to get all the sports; and I'm booked for the Swift Exhibition--L20 a-year for three years.