I'm free to confess that you're a gentleman sech as I don't often meet with.

I wouldn't take it on no account, only the loss is considerable for me, and Cynthy Ann, she would have been disapp'inted if so be as I hadn't worn the bunnit.

I'd like to know who it is that I'm so much obligated to." Henry Morton drew a card from his card-case and handed it with a bow to Mrs.Payson.
"What's that ?" asked the old lady.
"My card." "Le's see, where's my specs ?" said Mrs.Payson, fumbling in her pocket.
"Oh, I've got 'em on.

So your name's Herod.

What made 'em call you that ?" "Henry, madam--Henry Morton." "Well, so 'tis, I declare.