"You please yourself with that idea, young man, will you? You can't start a hole with a churn-drill as it ought to be. I can tell you, it takes a workman to do that. Your drill will bind, and you'll get stuck."
"I know I can't at first, but he'll start the holes for me and then I can churn; and after a while I shall learn to start my own holes, and strike true."
"You'll get sick of it. It is the hardest work that is done."
"Did you ever know me to get sick of, or give up anything, I undertook?"
"Yes, I have."
"Name it, slanderer, name it. Don't think to escape by dealing in generalities. I demand date and place. When and where did I get sick of anything, and give it up?"
"On the twenty-fifth of December, Christmas night, quarter before seven, you got sick of eating pork pie at Uncle Tim Longley's, and Granny Longley gave you a dose of thoroughwort tea, and made you give it up."
"If we are going to see that house, it is time we were about it, for it is almost sundown, and will soon be dark."