I am afraid of Sal, ain't you ?" "I was at first, but she's very kind to me, and I like her now." "Well, I always run when I see her.

She makes such faces and shakes her fist so.

But if she's kind to you, I'll like her too.

You go away (speaking to Henry), and not come here to bother us." Henry gave a contemptuous whistle, and pointing to Mary's feet, said, "Ain't they delicate?
Most as small as her teeth!" The tears came into Mary's eyes, and Jenny, throwing a stick at her brother, exclaimed, "For shame, Henry Lincoln! You always was the meanest boy.

Her feet ain't any bigger than mine.