It was more eloquent than speech.
And harder to get over, too, in a country where there were really no doctors that were worth a damaged nickel.
You should have seen those acres of people throw themselves down in that water and kiss it; kiss it, and pet it, and fondle it, and talk to it as if it were alive, and welcome it back with the dear names they gave their darlings, just as if it had been a friend who was long gone away and lost, and was come home again.

Yes, it was pretty to see, and made me think more of them than I had done before.
I sent Merlin home on a shutter.

He had caved in and gone down like a landslide when I pronounced that fearful name, and had never come to since.

He never had heard that name before,--neither had I--but to him it was the right one.

Any jumble would have been the right one.