We shall have a rare month of it, said my father, turning his head from _Obadiah_, and looking wistfully in my uncle _Toby's_ face for some time--we shall have a devilish month of it, brother _Toby_, said my father, setting his arms a-kimbo, and shaking his head; fire, water, women, wind--brother _Toby!_--'Tis some misfortune, quoth my uncle _Toby_. 
'We shall have a rare month of it,' said my father wistfully, shaking his head: 'We shall have a devilish month, brother Toby; fire, water, women, wind!'
''Tis some misfortune,' quoth my uncle Toby.
