Your eyes... they are so unusual.
"I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.
"If your thoughts were any good they wouldn't become confused," remarked the Scarecrow, earnestly.
Don't forget your manners.
"But you ruled it wisely and well for many years," said she, "and made the people proud of your magical art.
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
But I don't doubt your word in the least.
What would your Highness like for dinner?
"I'm glad of that," said Jim; "for I, also, have a conscience, and it tells me not to crush in your skull with a blow of my powerful hoof."
"The piglet is not there, your Highness," said she.
"Under the bed in your own room," was the reply.
Your actions alone accuse you.
All the piglets are exactly alike, so no one can dispute your word.
"Are you still seeing with your mind's eye?" enquired the Scarecrow.
The kitten could not have eaten your piglet--for here it is!
"Well, then," said the teacher, "you may take your slate and go out behind the schoolhouse for half an hour.
It is this: When you oil your beard, don't oil it too much, lest it soil your clothing.
"Elihu Burritt, take your place on the floor," said the master sternly.
"That may be so," answered Cyrus, "but if you will let me be your cupbearer tomorrow, I think I can serve you quite as well."
For the other day, when you sat at dinner with your officers, I noticed that the wine made you act queerly.
You forgot all your good manners.
"Didn't you ever see your father behave so?" asked the king.
Where do you carry your gold?
Otanes answered, I have already told two of your men that I have forty pieces of gold in my hat.
"Take off your hat," said the chief.
"If I had answered your questions differently, I should have told a lie," said Otanes; "and none but cowards tell lies"
Then he said, You are a brave boy, and you may keep your gold.
Mount your horse, and my own men will ride with you and see that you reach the end of your journey in safety.
I came to learn the customs of your people.
Does the sun shine in your country?
But are there any gentle, harmless animals in your fields?
Our lives and property--take them, Your Majesty!
'One man though undone is but one,' as the proverb says, but with thirteen in your family and all the property...
Your excellency! answered Alpatych, immediately recognizing the voice of his young prince.
"Your... your excellency," stammered Alpatych and broke into sobs.
Houses are set on fire in your presence and you stand by!
It's very nice, your excellency!
Your Minister may perhaps be good as a Minister, but as a general he is not merely bad but execrable, yet to him is entrusted the fate of our whole country....
Yes, a Cossack, your Honor.
Put on your white dress.
"The power is in your hands," Dron rejoined sadly.
What is it you have got into your heads, eh?...