'Politics is fiddle-sticks' was what men of my age used to say; sensible men with a house and freehold, and a pig of their own, and experience.

And such a man I might have had, and sensible children by him, children as never would have whistled at their mother, if it hadn't been for your poor father, Dan.

Misguided he may be, and too much of his own way, and not well enough in his own mind to take in a woman's--but for all that he hath a right to be honoured by his children, and to lead their minds in matters touching of the King, and Church, and true religion.

Why only last night, no, the night afore last, I met Mrs.Prater, and I said to her--" "You told me all that, mother; and it must have been a week ago; for I have heard it every night this week.

What is it you desire that I should do, or say, or think ?" "Holy mercy!" cried Mrs.Tugwell, "what a way to put things, Dan! All I desire is for your good only, and so leading on to the comfort of the rest.