Give me the lad who has more steam up than he knows what to do with, and must needs blow off a little in larks.

When once he settles down on the rail, it'll send him along as steady as a luggage train.

Did you never hear a locomotive puffing and roaring before it gets under way?
well, that's what your boy is doing.

Look at him now, with my poor little Molly." Tom was cantering about the garden with a little weakly child of eight in his arms.

The little thing was looking up in his face with delight, screaming at his jokes.
"You are right, Mark: the boy's heart cannot be in the wrong place while he is so fond of little children." "Poor Molly! How she'll miss him! Do you think she'll ever walk, Doctor ?" "I do indeed." "Hum! ah! well! if she grows up, Doctor, and don't go to join her poor dear mother up there, I don't know that I'd wish her a better husband than your boy." "It would be a poor enough match for her." "Tut! she'll have the money, and he the brains.