If a passer-by looked hard at him when he was drawing forth any of these, "My buttery," he said, with a pinched smile.
"Better try over number seventy-eight before we start, I suppose ?" said William, pointing to a heap of old Christmas-carol books on a side table.
"Wi' all my heart," said the choir generally.
"Number seventy-eight was always a teaser--always.

I can mind him ever since I was growing up a hard boy-chap." "But he's a good tune, and worth a mint o' practice," said Michael.
"He is; though I've been mad enough wi' that tune at times to seize en and tear en all to linnit.

Ay, he's a splendid carrel--there's no denying that." "The first line is well enough," said Mr.Spinks; "but when you come to 'O, thou man,' you make a mess o't." "We'll have another go into en, and see what we can make of the martel.
Half-an-hour's hammering at en will conquer the toughness of en; I'll warn it." "'Od rabbit it all!" said Mr.Penny, interrupting with a flash of his spectacles, and at the same time clawing at something in the depths of a large side-pocket.

"If so be I hadn't been as scatter-brained and thirtingill as a chiel, I should have called at the schoolhouse wi' a boot as I cam up along.

Whatever is coming to me I really can't estimate at all!" "The brain has its weaknesses," murmured Mr.Spinks, waving his head ominously.