You mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.

You mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.

I explained we lost the porch to the flood. Father hasn't gotten around to rebuilding it, although he's quite a good carpenter. He says if Jesus was a carpenter, its good enough for a clergyman. But I don't remember that Jesus let his house fall down.

Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?

It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.

I’m not really the sacrificing type.

If you don't argue, you can't give in.