You're just what ye often call yourself, _soft_." "And what's the good of being rough with 'em, ma'am?
I can no more make 'em sober and sensible than I could straighten out their bushes of curly hair.

No, not though I was to take my best rake to it.

They're powerful plagues, bless 'em! but so far as I can see, we're in this world mainly to bring them forrard in it.

I remember when my Joey was a very little chap, he was playing by me with a tin sword that he was proud of.

I was sticking peas in my own garden, and a great hulking sergeant came by, and stopped a minute to ask his road.