I had enjoyed my work and my life at the Hackets', on the whole, but I was glad to be going home again.

My uncle was in high spirits and there were many packages in the sleigh.
"A merry Christmas to ye both an' may the Lord love ye!" said Mr.Hacket as he bade us good-by.

"Every day our thoughts will be going up the hills to your house." As he was tucking the blankets around my feet old Nick Tubbs came zigzagging up the road from the tavern.
"What stimulation travels with that man!" said the schoolmaster.

"He might be worse, God knows.

Reeling minds are worse than reeling bodies.
Some men are born drunk like our friend Colonel Hand and that kind is beyond reformation." The bells rang merrily as we hurried through the swamp in the hard snow paths.
"We're goin' to move," said my uncle presently.