Tom Merryweather has granulated lids, and I promised to touch them up for him.

Save a doctor's fee and be good practice for me.

I'm clumsy with my thumbs,' said Tom, bound to be near his idol while he could.
'Hush! Daisy doesn't like to hear you saw-bones talk of your work.
Muffins suit us better'; and Ted grinned sweetly, with a view to future favours in the eating line.
'Any news of the Commodore ?' asked Tom.
'He is on his way home, and Dan hopes to come soon.

I long to see my boys together, and have begged the wanderers to come to Thanksgiving, if not before,' answered Mrs Jo, beaming at the thought.
'They'll come, every man of them, if they can.

Even Jack will risk losing a dollar for the sake of one of our jolly old dinners,' laughed Tom.
'There's the turkey fattening for the feast.