the toasting fork, with Mother's shoe on it instead of the bread.
only out of affection, sir, and because they know military honors please her, and please the children too, for her sake; and they don't bring their muskets; and so - "
Well," I says, "if it's
in the regulations, and he's got to have it, all right, let him have it; because I don't wish to go back on no regulations; but there's one thing, Tom Sawyer -- if we go to tearing up our sheets to make Jim a rope ladder, we're going to get into trouble with Aunt Sally, just as sure as you're born.
I've a blame good notion it's
a bogus one--I have, as sure as I'm a-sitting here.
a topic that I wouldn't touch upon, to any soul but you.
There are such families, it's
true, but I am not speaking of them.
I tell you there isn't a thing under the sun that needs to be done at all, but what a man can do better than a woman, unless it's
bearing children, and they do that in a poor make-shift way; it had better ha' been left to the men--it had better ha' been left to the men.
And then ounly percave the cuteness of the swate angel, for no sooner did she obsarve that I was afther the squazing of her flipper, than she up wid it in a jiffy, and put it away behind her back, jist as much as to say, "Now thin, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, there's a bitther chance for ye, mavourneen, for it's
not altogether the gentaal thing to be afther the squazing of my flipper right full in the sight of that little furrenner Frinchman, Mounseer Maiter-di-dauns.
the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it's
been a success or not," he said.
My brother Solomon tells me it's
the talk up and down in Middlemarch how unsteady young Vincy is, and has been forever gambling at billiards since home he came.
Suppose," said Ojo, "you wait here and let me do the climbing, for it's
on my account we're searching for the dark well.
the first place after you leave the park, and must have grown while Spofford Avenue was still a country road.
Oh, I don't mean just the tree; of course it's
RADIANTLY lovely--it blooms as if it meant it--but I meant everything, the garden and the orchard and the brook and the woods, the whole big dear world.
This has been a purty nice day all through, Mistress Blythe, and now, right at the last, it's
brought its best.
I wanted to say," she panted, "that it's
no good pretending you wash with a nose like that.