Ye needna think you had onything to dae wi' it, said Willie. 'Ye've been drinkin' beer, his friend remarked, not accusingly, but merely by way of stating a fact. 'So wud you, if ye had ma aunt. 'Maybe I wud, Macgregor sympathetically admitted. 'But ye couldna droon her in twa hauf pints. Ach, I'm fed up wi' her.

"No doubt he is a good boy, since his mother says so," reflected the doctor, "but I don't appreciate him. I will take care, however, that neither he nor his mother sees this." When Peter heard his mother's encomium upon him, he laughed in his sleeve. "I'll remind ma of that when she scolds me," he said to himself. "I'm glad Carl isn't coming back. He was always interferin' with me.

Now take this box that she put into my hands I don't know but what I'm entering into a conspiracy to break some of the rules of this school, but Ma just plain insisted that I bring it along and I have a faint suspicion that it contains somethin' to eat.

The next day, when she stealthily slipped out of her French window, she found Calvin Gray idly rocking on the veranda. He welcomed her appearance and pretended not to see her embarrassment at the meeting; he was glad of this chance for a visit with her alone. Perhaps she was going for a walk and would take him along? Ma was annoyed and suspicious.

"I am more than glad, Vaura, ma chere, that Dame Fortune is playing so smilingly into dear Lionel's hands," said Lady Esmondet, as she read aloud the letter she had received from Trevalyon on the morning of the 30th.

"Yas'm," replied Mollie, unruffled. "Cose I trus' him, personally but not wid ma valuables." How to own your own home is a problem which confronts the great majority. That it is oftentimes easily solved, however, is revealed by the following simple experience as related by H.M. Perley in Life: How did we do it? Simply by going without everything we needed.

There was a long silence, then Ma inquired: "Would you like to tell me something about the little princess? Sometimes it helps, to talk." "N-not yet." "You're a duke, an' the best one that ever lived, Mr. Gray. You can't fool me; I've met too many of 'em. That lookin'-glass lied! Real dukes an' kings an' such people don't get old. It's only common folks.

and having said that, he would add a general prayer for his family. "God bless my Mother" ... he always said "Mother" in his prayers, although he said "Ma" in ordinary talk ... "and my Uncle William and my Uncle Matthew and all my friends and relations, and make me a good boy for Jesus' sake, Amen.

Pendennis, for I'm sure you have shown that you can beayve as such. Hasn't Mr. Pendennis, Fanny?" Fanny loved her mother for that speech. She cast up her dark eyes to the low ceiling, and said, "O, that he has, I'm sure, ma," with a voice full of feeling. Pen was rather curious about the bill stamps, and concerning the transactions in Strong's chambers.

I have got some news for you." "Don't call me by that name," she said, pressing his hand. "You were always a good boy, Arthur; and it's kind of you to come now, very kind. You sometimes look very like your ma, my dear." "Dear good Lady Clavering," Arthur repeated, with particular emphasis, "something very strange has happened." "Has anything happened to him?" gasped Lady Clavering.