Tod be a Scotchman, Mr.Halifax; and they're good folks, the Scotch, and read their Bibles hard.

There's a deal about forgiving in the Bible; isn't there, sir ?" "Exactly," John answered, smiling.

"And so, Jack, you're safe this time; only you must not disobey your mother again, for the sake of donkeys or anything else." "No, sir--thank'ee, sir," sobbed Jack, humbly.

"You be a gentleman--Mr.March bean't--he said it served me right for getting under his horses." "Hold thy tongue!" said Jack's mother, sharply; for the latch of the opposite door was just then lifted, and a lady stood there.
"Mrs.Tod; my father says--" Seeing strangers, the lady paused.

At the sound of her voice--a pleasant voice, though somewhat quick and decided in tone--John and I both involuntarily turned.