I think this blessing comes from the Divine, by reason of the innocence of his life.
Just think of all those poor babies when the weather gets hot.
He decided he ought to think more about what he was doing and what he should do.
He decided, too, that he could think better with something mechanical to occupy his hands.
If you think it is I'll tell you something that isn't: Avice practically refused him.
"I think it's just awful—at his time of life, too," said Mrs. Bines.
Think of a son of Daniel J. Bines treatin' folks like that as if they was his equals.
If a chap's not born with the gift he's an ass to think he can acquire it.
I want him to think he ain't got a friend on earth but himself.
I think, on the whole, I shan't be obliged to learn to braid straw.