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Chuffy sharp-spoken gent as he always was, blest if he didn't say quite soft to me, with the big tears a-standing in his eyes: `It's all over, Bodger, my man, he says, `and you may have the poor boy's boat, for I know if he could speak now he would say, "Give it to poor old Tom."" "Poor old uncle!" said Aleck, huskily. "Then you're cheated again, Tom, and have lost your boat?"

Deliverance Dobbins, a frumpish, fizgig of a maid, ever complaining of bodily ills though her chuffy cheeks were red as pippins, reported that one day when she had gone for simples she had seen strange, dead things in the jars of M. Picot's dispensary.

Tennessee, her chuffy hand on his shoulder, for she could reach it as he knelt, held her head close to his, and looked at them too with wide black eyes. His mother placed the supper on the table, and twice she called to him to come, but he did not hear. She turned and looked down at him, then broke out sharply in indignant surprise. "Air ye bereft o' reason, Birt Dicey!

A door in the middle, towards Maryland, seemed very high-silled, and low grated windows were at the cellar on each side of the steps. The place had a suspicious appearance, and a pack of hounds in full cry rushed from the kitchen, and, while in the act of leaping the stile and palings, were arrested almost in mid air by a chuffy voice crying from within: "Hya! Down! Spitch!"

"Well, then, the spruce must stay with the pirch, or the pirch live with the spruce," continued Peter. "The peech wood between the two are dangerous to both, for it's only fit for cuckoos." Peter looked chuffy and sulky. There was no minister at the remote post he had belonged to in the nor-west. The governor there read a sermon of a Sunday sometimes, but he oftener wrote letters.

"Don't get chuffy, dear old chap." Then would follow another silence, until "Do you happen to be acquainted with the Lomands of Fife?" "No." "I suppose none of your people know 'em?" Hamilton would put down his pen, resignation on his face.

You know my black and yellow dinner dress no, you don't either, for I've never worn it here. The folks at home all said it was too severe for me and so it is. Nothing suits me but the fluffy, chuffy things with a tilt to them. Gil er I mean well, yes, Gilbert always declared that dress made me look like a cross between an unwilling nun and a ballet girl, so I took a dislike to it.

Don't thou go hallockin' about i' t' tonnup-field, Eliza, and get t' taste o' t' tonnups into thy cud same as thou did last week. Eh! they was set up about it, was t' cows; I'd niver seen 'em so chuffy. So next day, just to put 'em back i' their places, I made em gie their milk to t' owd fowks i' t' Union." "Who else have you milked for?"