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"I must say I don't care for this smoke," he remarked. "It's no pleasanter for the blacksmith than for you," Ebenezer reminded him. "If I were you I shouldn't complain. Just see what pretty shoes the blacksmith has made for you!" "They're the nicest I've ever seen," Twinkleheels said.

Sometimes when they're done ahead of time, they all sit down in chairs in a circle and talk. I sneak up to the door and listen, and I nearly die to keep from laughing. Do you want to know what they talk? It's like this. They don't say a word for a long time. And then one says, "Thank God I'm not feeble-minded." And all the rest nod their heads and look pleased.

"But many of the women are as ignorant as the Kaffirs and Cape boys, and they and the coolie sweepers won't carry away refuse any more unless they're paid." "You are sure of this?" His tone was curt and official. "I am almost certain," she told him. "I have heard some of the women complaining that the charges grew higher every day.

He seems, from your account, to have been a regular hypocrite; but that does not show that total abstinence is not a good thing when people take it up honestly." "Bless your simplicity, sir," said the other; "they're all pretty much alike." "Now there, Juniper, I know you are wrong.

I want 'em to see how other folks does things." "Why, so do I," here the rocking-chair stopped ominously, "but so long's they're contented" "Contented ain't all in this world; hopper-toads may have that quality an' spend all their time a-blinkin'. I don't know's bein' contented is all there is to look for in a child. Ambition's somethin' to me."

Dravot talked big about powder-shops and factories, walking up and down in the pine wood when the winter was coming on. "'I won't make a Nation, says he. 'I'll make an Empire! These men aren't niggers; they're English! Look at their eyes look at their mouths. Look at the way they stand up. They sit on chairs in their own houses.

They do pretty well for this old land, only the seed costs too much, and they make a sight of work, and they're mighty hard to get cured. You see they aren't ready for hay till the hot weather is mostly past. If we could handle them in June and July, as we do timothy we'd have no trouble; but we don't get cowpeas planted till June, and September is a poor time for haying."

He's got another 'idea. That's the trouble with these literary chaps, they're so swelled by their own notions they can't write what the common audience wants. His new play will be a worse 'frost' than this. You'll ruin us all if you don't drop him. We stand to lose forty thousand dollars on Lillian already."

I don't know what they're doin' in all their churches, to let such things go on," said the old woman. "It's a sin and a shame, I think. Don't you, Coonrod?" A ring at the door cut short whatever answer he was about to deliver. "If it's going to be company, Coonrod," said his mother, making an effort to rise, "I reckon I better go up-stairs." "It's Mr. Fulkerson, I guess," said Conrad.

They've been at her all afternoon off and on." "To do what?" "To 'save herself, so they call it. They're insisting that she must not see her poor husband again. They're DETERMINED she sha'n't." "But George wouldn't worry her," I objected. "Oh, wouldn't he?" The girl laughed sadly.