I then had the two best tarriers beneath the canopy; this poor crater is their daughter," and he patted the dog's head affectionately.

The mere existence of a dictionary of a certain variety of English does not automatically confer acceptance of that variety.

Pretty soon I struck into a sort of path […]. It twisted and turned,[…]and opened out into a big clear space like a lawn. And, back of the lawn, was a big, old-fashioned house, with piazzas stretching in front of it, and all blazing with lights.

`Surely, my father,' I answered courteously, feeling certain that I should do well to conciliate this ancient Mammon of Unrighteousness.