In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody’s business but his own; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.
He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians.
Rip’s story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night.
and everything’s changed, and I’m changed, and I can’t tell what’s my name, or who I am!
and everything’s changed, and I’m changed, and I can’t tell what’s my name, or who I am!
The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man.
Rip’s heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends and finding himself thus alone in the world.
A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use
