Lord! she looks as fresh and sweet as the Johnny-jump-ups down by our old spring-house.

I expect she's come down here to find somebody that belongs to her that's sick.

Don't I wish it was me!" "I wouldn't mind being a brother, or a cousin, or a sweetheart to her myself.

That'd be better luck than to be given a sutler-shop.

Just see her move! She's got a purtier gait than our thoroughbred colt." "IT does one's eyes good to look at her.