An' the little tow-haired strip, takin' the gun an' startin' out alone after a robber, even if he wa'n't much of a man, that was downright spunky.

If my boys will come out anywhere near like yourn, I'll be glad." "I don't know how my boys will come out," said mother.

"But I work, pray, hope, and hang to them; that's all I know to do." "Well, if they don't come out right, they ought to be bumped!" said Mrs.Freshett.

"After all the chances they've had! I don' know jest how Freshett was brung up, but I'd no chance at all.

My folks--well, I guess the less said--little pitchers, you know! I can't see as I was to blame.