And, Mr.Gridley, I don't like to say so,--but I can't help thinkin' he's gettin' a little bewitched too.

I don't believe he means to take no kind of advantage of her; but, Mr.Gridley, you've seen them millers fly round and round a candle, and you know how it ginerally comes out.

Men is men and gals is gals.

I would n't trust no man, not ef he was much under a hundred year old,--and as for a gal--!" "Mulieri ne mortuae quidem credendum est," said Mr.Gridley.

"You wouldn't trust a woman even if she was dead, hey, Nurse ?" "Not till she was buried, 'n' the grass growin' a foot high over her," said Nurse Byloe, "unless I'd know'd her sence she was a baby.