The old thing may come to pieces.

It wasn't made yesterday." "Look's as if Christopher Columbus owned it, and forgot just where he left it.

We can paddle with pieces of bark, as far out as we need go." Now the fun was doubled; and some of the pickerel they pulled in reminded Dabney of small blue-fish, while the bass and perch were every way as respectable as ordinary porgies and black-fish, except for size.
He had even to confess that the sea itself contained a great many small fish, and that he had often had much poorer luck in his own beloved bay.
The boat was a great acquisition; but when they were paddling ashore for the fourth time, "to turn her over and let the water out," Dabney remarked,-- "It's after dinner-time, boys.

Could either of you fellows eat any thing ?" "Eat ?" said Frank.

"I'd forgotten that.