I'd like to have that fellow"-- shaking his fist toward the floating paper--"within arm's reach.

Wouldn't I pummel him some?
O no, of course not,--not at all.

Only, if he wants a sound skin, I'd advise him, as a friend, to be scarce when I'm round, because it'd very likely be damaged." "You think it's all a Copperhead lie, then! I should have thought so, at first, only I know Surrey's capable of doing any Quixotic thing if he once gets his mind fixed on it." "I know what I know," Jim answered, slowly folding and unfolding Sallie's letter, which he still held in his hand.

"I know all about that young lady he's been marrying.

She's young, and she's handsome--handsome as a picture--and rich, and as good as an angel; that's about what she is, if Sallie Howard and I know B from a bull's foot." "Who is Sallie Howard ?" queried the Captain.
"She?
O,"-- very red in the face,--"she's a friend of mine, and she's Miss Ercildoune's seamstress." "Ercildoune?
good name! Is she the _lady_ upon whom Surrey has been bestowing his-- ?" "Yes, she is; and here's her photograph.