"You may get acquainted with some English people. You can understand them."
"I don't like 'em," said Jonathan. "They think they can whip all creation. We gave 'em a lesson, I guess, at Bunker Hill."
"Let by-gones be by-gones, Mr. Tarbox; or, as Longfellow says:
"'Let the dead Past bury its dead.'"
"Did Longfellow write that?"
"Yes."
"Then he ain't so smart as I thought he was. How can anybody that's dead bury himself, I'd like to know? It's ridiculous."
"I suppose it's figurative."
"It ain't sense. But that aint to the point. Where-abouts in Switzerland are you goin', Frank?"
"I don't know, except that we go to Geneva."