We need scarcely allude here to works of art: in the sphere of poetry and of fiction, generally, the decay is so universally admitted, now, that the boldest novators would not attempt to contradict it.

“Well, I likes it too, Peaches,” Mose said, grinning from ear to ear, “but if callin ya Pearl can gits ya ova hea when I calls ya den I's gon be callin ya Pearl. Come on ovah hea, Pearly gal, les see if it woks.

The milking and day-to-day management on the main farm is carried out by a share milker, who shares both the costs and profits, and the other block has a young manager who has some, but lesser, profit-share arrangements.

The Duchess objected to the Amen, which I thought gave an air of forgiveness and chose jugée to the whole thing […]