Send me the lamb." The butcher smiled as Mrs.Ann turned away.

Whether the lady of Grey Pine was conscious of having bought a vote or not, it was pretty clear to her nephew that Peter Pole's weights would not be further questioned as long as his politics were Democratic.
When his aunt had gone, John called Bill Pole out of the shop and said, "There's to be no swimming for a week, for any of us.

Where are the other fellows ?" "Guessed we would catch it.

They're playing ball back of the church.

I'll go along with you." He was pleased to see how the others would take their deprivation of a swim in the September heat.