It's my old girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained.

She'd hit me before but never over and over and over and over into the head.

If you have a suspicion in your own breast, keep that suspicion in your own breast.

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Is the old min agreeable?