They're like the Blewetts, I guess.

Herb Blewett fell off the hayloft last Wednesday, and rolled right down through the turnip chute into the box stall, where they had a fearful wild, cross horse, and rolled right under his heels.

And still he got out alive, with only three bones broke.

Mrs.Lynde says there are some folks you can't kill with a meat-axe.

Is Mrs.Lynde coming here tomorrow, Anne ?" "Yes, Davy, and I hope you'll be always very nice and good to her." "I'll be nice and good.