Suffering him to clasp her round the waist, as they moved slowly down the dim wooden gallery—The Cricket on the Hearth, Chirp the second
After dinner Caleb sang the song about the sparkling bowl—The Cricket on the Hearth, Chirp the third
The ploughshare still turned up, from time to time, some rusty bits of metal, but it was hard to say what use they had ever served, and those who found them wondered and disputed—The Battle of Life, Part the first
