I think you have some project in that young head of yours, my child.

Let us have it, in all its dimensions, length, breadth, and thickness.

I think I can guess, Myrtle, that we have a little plan of some kind or other.

We don't visit Papa Job quite so early as this without some special cause,--do we, Miss Keren-Happuch ?" "I want to go to the city--to school," Myrtle said, with the directness which belonged to her nature.
"That is precisely what I want you to do myself, Miss Myrtle Hazard.

I don't like to lose you from the village, but I think we must spare you for a while." "You're the best and dearest man that ever lived.