Peep me, I'm fabulous, I work with the hardest working women at Kay Jeweler's, selling the finest jewels to the richest people.

“Go light a candle,” cried Baker, sternly, “and be quick about it.” The trembling old man obeyed, and in a moment the imperfect rays flared upon his whitening hairs and bluishly pallid face.

The old pastor found his pastorage wearying, and longed to retire.

We also live in such unsmelly times, with most everyone bathing and washing clothes regularly, and public sanitation working invisibly and reliably to sweep away the foul detritus of the day […]