Did you hear him? I dare say that boy lives a merrier life and wears more of the herb called hearts-ease in his bosom than he that is clad in silk and velvet.—From the Observations of "Mr. Great Heart."
It was dusk in Boyville. The boys at a game of hide-and-seek filled the air with their calls:
"Bushel of wheat, and a
Bushel of rye—
All t' ain't ready
Holler aye.
All in ten feet of my base is caught: All eyes open."
Or
"One—two—three for me."
Or