human
Mr. SIMPSON was a pleasant-spoken young man as I want to see, and as good as the bank, but I'm afraid he _was_ agettin' dissipated; or,
gpt
Mr. FIELDING was quiet and mannerly, and never found fault with his vittles, but he had _one_ DREAD_ful_ habit; and then she would sigh heavily. And when little Miss PINKHAM, who occupied the second floor back (and who, being a schoolma'am, was naturally debarred from the other sex), indulged in the smallest possible flirtation with the good-looking young man opposite, Mrs. BACKUP'S sharp eye not only saw her, but Mrs. BACKUP'S sharp tongue took occasion to berate her severely on a Sunday morning (for then the boarders are all in), at the top of the first landing (for then the boarders could all hear her).
human
I _am_ saprised, Miss PINKHAM. Why, when I see that young man asittin' at his winder, and a blowin' beans. Yes, a blowin' beans, Miss PINKHAM, through a horrible tin pop-gun at _your'n_, and a winkin' vicious, and you a enjoyin' on it, Miss PINKHAM, I sot down; yes, I sot right down, and I shuddered. 'Sich doin's in _my_ house,' says I, 'I am totilly congealed.'