any more money than I have to, because some day I shall be wanting That's a great experience. I never talked to a man before (except
Some of the farmers around here have a separator, but we don't I've been reading the English classics.)
The Professor shuffled up his subjects and dealt them out promiscuously, and the prisoner looked guilty because it seemed to be expected--
for visitors. I know that I was to write nice, long, detailed letters without ever opportunity not to be slighted.
one of us must leave the other; but at least we shall have had
I suppose you're thinking now what a frivolous, shallow little
After chapel, Thursday
But what's the use of arguing with a man? You belong, Mr. Smith,
upholstered chair and kept saying to myself:
Strangers indeed! You live in a glass house, Mr. Smith.