Then it righted itself with the stream and kept straight on, the lazy log following behind.

Said Zalmen to me, interpreting: "The board looks back and says, 'Log, log, you will not go with me?
Then I will go on by myself.'" That boy was called simple, on account of such speeches as this.

I wonder in what language he is writing poetry now.
We had very few toys.

Neither Fetchke nor I cared much for dolls.

A rag baby apiece contented us, and if we had a set of jackstones we were perfectly happy.