My dad made crispy, rough-edged roasties lovingly cooked in beef dripping but I perversely much preferred the drier, soak-up-the-gravy ones we had at school.

It is quite possible that the earlier Abenakis may have only partially medialized their consonants after vowels.

This makes for some pretty funny business, and so does a scene showing the fence stepping forth from a church, where he has presumably been casting a thiefy eye at the sacred vessels, and talking briskly to a henchman about the paint job he wants done on one of his hot commodities.

When I went there yesterday evening in the gloaming it had crept down and was trying to catch the little speckled fishes that play in the pool, and I had to clod it to make it go up the tree again and let them alone.