Vigorous as the "Brayvos" were, they sounded abashed: they lacked abandonment.

In fact, it was gratitude that applauded, and not enthusiasm.

"Hillford don't hear stuff like that, do 'em ?" which was the main verbal encomium passed, may be taken testificatorily as to this point.
"Dame! dame!" cried Emilia, finding her way quickly to one of the more decently-bonneted women; "am I not glad to see you here! Did I please you?
And you, dear Farmer Wilson?
I caught sight of you just as I was finishing.

I remember the song you like, and I want to sing it.

I know the tune, but the words! the words! what are the words?
Humming won't do." "Ah, now!" quoth Farmer Wilson, pointing out the end of his pipe, "that's what they'll swallow down; that's the song to make 'em kick.
Sing that, miss.