To-night she was radiant in silk and jewelry, and her pert snub nose had the insolence of felicity which Agamemnon deprecated.

Seeing her, you would have as soon connected her with Esoteric Buddhism as with buttonholes.
The _Bube_ explained the situation in voluble Yiddish, and made Esther wince again under the impassioned invective on her clumsiness.

The old beldame expended enough oriental metaphor on the accident to fit up a minor poet.

If the family died of starvation, their blood would be upon their granddaughter's head.
"Well, why don't you wipe it up, stupid ?" said Becky.

"'Ow would you like to pay for Pesach's new coat?
It just dripped past his shoulder." "I'm so sorry, Becky," said Esther, striving hard to master the tremor in her voice.