If I can't climb the ladder, with you at one end and success at the other, then I'm not much of a chicken--I mean I'm not much." "Well, you better begin by leaving the girls alone," said Mrs.Hollis as she moved the sugar out of his reach.

"Just let one drive by the gate, and we don't have any peace until you know who it is." "By the way," said the judge, as he helped himself to a corn-dodger and two kinds of preserves, "I'm sorry to see the friendship that's sprung up between Annette Fenton and young Nelson.

I don't know what the doctor's thinking about to let it go on.

Nelson is hitting a pretty lively pace for a youngster.

He'll never live to reap his wild oats, though.