David was feeling groggy at his introduction to Sophie, and didn't remember her name.

The results of the experiment looked impressive, but it turned out the numbers had been fudged.

I stumbled along through the young pines and huckleberry bushes. Pretty soon I struck into a sort of path that, I cal'lated, might lead to the road I was hunting for. It twisted and turned, and, the first thing I knew, made a sudden bend around a bunch of bayberry scrub and opened out into a big clear space like a lawn.

Those deathless twin barnburners return to the Metropolitan Opera tonight.