"And truly, children, he was not half so pretty as your little calf.

Ursula, I am sick of courts sometimes.

I would turn shepherdess myself, if we could find a tolerable Arcadia." "Is there any Arcadia like home ?" "Home!"-- Her face expressed the utmost loathing, fear, and scorn.

I remembered hearing that the 'Squire since his return from abroad had grown just like his father; was drunk every day and all day long.

"Is your husband altered, Ursula?
He must be quite a young man still.