There is no excuse for rushing into the unknown.

Let time have a chance." "By Jove, mother, you talk sometimes like Anderson Crow.

He often says things like that," cried Wicker delightedly.
"Dear me! How can you say such a thing, Wicker ?" "Well, you'd like old Anderson.

He's a jewel!" "I dare say--an emerald.

No, no--that was not fair or kind, Wicker.