Then I started at the ground, trimmed up the trunk near the height of me shoulder, and left the top spreading.

That made it look so truly ornamental that, idle like, I chips off the rough places neat, and this morning, on me soul, it's a sight! You see, cutting off the limbs and trimming up the trunk sets the sap running.

In this hot sun it ferments in a few hours.

There isn't much room for more things to crowd on that tree than there are, and to get drunker isn't noways possible." "Weel, I be drawed on!" exclaimed Mrs.Duncan.

"What kind of things do ye mean, Freckles ?" "Why, just an army of black ants.