My starlight, my moonlight, my midnight, my noonlight, Unveil not, unveil not, or millions must pine.

Henry VIII created him a Duke. Last month, the queen created two barons.

What was my astonishment, when I began to examine my new domicile, to find that my amusing acquaintance conjoined to his friarship the respectable trades of itinerant carpenter and chandler.

Mrs. Collins. Never seen so many children out. Snowmen in every yard this year. Billy. Look at mine, Mr Willis. Got a baseball for a nose and my best aggies for eyes. Mr. Willis. Yeah, marbles are fine—but in my day we used coal.