I would like to wear a sword.

I told father so, and he said I was a fool." He threw himself down on the short turf, which was dotted with black and grey, as the rooks, jackdaws, and gulls marched about feeding together in the most friendly way, where the tiny striped snails hung upon the strands of grass by millions.
"It'll be a fog again to-night," he said thoughtfully, "and she's sure to come.

Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed, as he made a derisive gesture towards the cutter; "watch away.

You may wear your gold lace and cocked hats and swords, but you won't catch us, my lads; we're too sharp for that.".