This makes for some pretty funny business, and so does a scene showing the fence stepping forth from a church, where he has presumably been casting a thiefy eye at the sacred vessels, and talking briskly to a henchman about the paint job he wants done on one of his hot commodities.

My dad made crispy, rough-edged roasties lovingly cooked in beef dripping but I perversely much preferred the drier, soak-up-the-gravy ones we had at school.

It is quite possible that the earlier Abenakis may have only partially medialized their consonants after vowels.

When I went there yesterday evening in the gloaming it had crept down and was trying to catch the little speckled fishes that play in the pool, and I had to clod it to make it go up the tree again and let them alone.