They are both so like each other that we cannot tell which is which when they are apart, and both are so like their father that we can almost fancy we see him when looking at either of them.
"The last day we were there, however, they were in disgrace, for Johnny had pushed Freddy into the washing-tub, and Freddy, in revenge, had poured a jug of treacle over Johnny's head! I am quite sure that Mrs.
Buzzby is tired of being a widow--as she calls herself--and will be very glad when her husband comes back.

But I must reserve chit-chat to the end of my letter, and first give you a minute account of all your friends." Here followed six pages of closely-written quarto, which, however interesting they might be to those concerned, cannot be expected to afford much entertainment to our readers, so we will cut Isobel's letter short at this point.
"Cap'n's ready to go aboord, sir," said O'Riley, touching his cap to Captain Ellice while he was yet engaged in discussing the letter with his son.
"Very good." "An', plaze sir, av ye'll take the throuble to look in at Mrs.Meetuck in passin', it'll do yer heart good, it will." "Very well, we'll look in," replied the captain as he quitted the house of the worthy pastor.
The personage whom O'Riley chose to style Mrs.Meetuck was Meetuck's grandmother.

That old lady was an Esquimau, whose age might be algebraically expressed as an _unknown quantity_.

She lived in a boat turned upside down, with a small window in the bottom of it, and a hole in the side for a door.

When Captain Ellice and Fred looked in, the old woman, who was a mere mass of bones and wrinkles, was seated on a heap of moss beside a fire, the only chimney to which was a hole in the bottom of the boat.