...of youth, brightened with the inexpressible charm of all-conquering truth, he bravely cried out : " 'I can't tell a lie, pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet. ' " 'Run to my arms, you dearest boy,' cried his father in transports. 'Bun to 39 my arms....

...with the sweet face of youth brightened with the charm of allconquering truth, he bravely cried out: "'I can't tell a lie, pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did it with my hatchet.' " 'Run to my arms, you dearest boy.' cried his father, in transports — 'run...

...face of youth, brightened with the inexpressible charm of all-conquering truth, he bravely cried out, 'I can't tell a lie, Pa, you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my little hatchet.' 'Run to my arms,' cried his father in transports: 'Run to my arms; glad am I, George,...

...of youth brightened with the inexEressible charm of all-conquering truth, he ravely cried out, ' / can't tell a lie. Pa ; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet.' — Run to my arms, you dearest boy, cried his father in transports,/"//;/ to my arms ; glad...

...face of youth brightened with the inexpressible charm of allconquering truth, he bravely cried out : 'I can't tell a lie, pa ; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet." 'Run to my arms, you dearest boy,' cried his father, in transports, 'run to my arms; glad...

...face of youth brightened with the inexpressible charm of all-conquering truth, he bravely cried out, 7 can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with mt hatchet.' ' The effect of this "single, immortal, and dubious anecdote," and others like it, has...

...face of youth brightened with the inexpressible charm of all-conquering truth, he bravely cried out, "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a he. I did cut it with my hatchet." "Run to my arms, you dearest boy," cried his father in transport,...

...question, and George staggered under it for a moment." Recovering himself, though, he bravely cried out: "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet." The Great Confrontation Scene ends with a Great Embrace. "Run to my arms, you dearest boy,"...

...yonder in the garden?" This was a tough question and George staggered under it for a moment. . . . "I can't tell a lie, Pa, you know I can't tell a lie. I did it with my hatchet." "Run to my arms, you dearest boy," cried his father . . . "glad am I, George,...

...cherrytree." Confronted about the mutilated tree, young George confesses without too much hesitation: "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet." The father in his turn readily forgives his son: '"Run to my arms, you dearest boy,' cried...