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.
Tell me their words, as near as thou canst guess them.
Yes, replied Snawley. The fact is, I am not their father, Mr Squeers. I'm only their father-in-law.
From the very first there had been an exasperating fascination in the tricksiness with which she had- not met his advances, but- wheeled away from them.
