I was a bad girl." "You! You're a dummed good girl! The best and squarest--yes, and the spunkiest little girl I ever saw.

You're a brick." "I'm awful sorry I went into the parlor, Cap'n Gould." "Blast the parlor! I don't care if you stay in there a week and smash everything in it.

And--and, see here, Mary-'Gusta, don't you call me 'Cap'n Gould' any more.

Call me 'Uncle Shad,' will you ?" Just before bedtime that night Mr.Hamilton broached a subject which had troubled him all day.
"Shadrach," he said, timidly.

"I--I guess I ought to tell you somethin'.
I know you won't want to talk about it, but seems 's if I must tell you.
I had a letter this morning from Judge Baxter.