Old Zollicoffer got ez bad a licken ez ever Gineral Zach Taylor gi'n the Mexicans." "Rayally ?" she said.

Gratification showed itself in little lines that coursed about her mouth, and her eyes illumined as when a light shines through a window.
"Yes," answered Fortner.

"Like hounds, and run clean ter the Ford, whar they're now a-fouten an' strugglin to git acrost, and drowndin' like so many stampeded cattle." "Glory! Thank God!" said Aunt Debby.

Her earnestness expressed itself more by the intensity of the tone than its rise.
"Evidently a tolerable regular attendant at Methodist camp-meetings," thought Harry, rousing a little from the torpor into which he was falling.
Her faded check flushed with a little confusion at having suffered this outburst, and picking up her knitting she nervously resumed work.
Fortner looked wistfully at the bottom of his emptied bowl.

Aunt Debby took it away and speedily returned with it filled.