None of the privileges of a strange land shall be denied him in his own home." She sat in an easy-chair and was slowly rocking.

To man a rocking-chair is a remembrancer of a mother's affection.
"Light your pipe, my son." "No, not now, mother." Ellen sat on an arm of Henry's chair.

"Your hair would curl if you were to encourage it," she remarked.
"Has anybody said anything about curly hair ?" he asked.
"No, but I was just thinking that yours might curl." "Do you want me to look like Brooks ?" She frowned.

"He kinks his with a hot poker.

I don't like pretty men." "How about handsome men ?" "Oh, I have to like them.