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likelihood

[′līk·lē‚hu̇d]
(mathematics)
The likelihood of a sample of independent values of x1, x2, … , xn , with ƒ(x) the probability function, is the product ƒ(x1) - ƒ(x2) - ⋯ - ƒ(xn ).
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Well, I'd got to like 'em--an' I liked her--an' she liked 'em," Ben Weatherstaff admitted reluctantly.
When he saw Mary he held up his hand and spoke to her in a voice almost as low as and rather like his piping.
It sounded as if he liked her and was not the least afraid she would not like him, though he was only a common moor boy, in patched clothes and with a funny face and a rough, rusty-red head.
Coasting is no harm; I like it, and I 'm going to do it, now I 've got a chance; so clear the lul-la
I wish you 'd get a color like this, Fanny," said Mr.
No; you kept your word, and stood by me like a good boy.
Beth blushed like a rose under the friendly look he wore, but she was not frightened now, and gave the hand a grateful squeeze because she had no words to thank him for the precious gift he had given her.
Quite by accident, of course, some pretty, easy music lay on the piano, and with trembling fingers and frequent stops to listen and look about, Beth at last touched the great instrument, and straightway forgot her fear, herself, and everything else but the unspeakable delight which the music gave her, for it was like the voice of a beloved friend.
Beth did look, and turned pale with delight and surprise, for there stood a little cabinet piano, with a letter lying on the glossy lid, directed like a sign board to "Miss Elizabeth March.
She felt something like shame and remorse when she discovered that the sunrises behind the firs and the pale pink buds opening in the garden gave her the old inrush of gladness when she saw them--that Diana's visits were pleasant to her and that Diana's merry words and ways moved her to laughter and smiles--that, in brief, the beautiful world of blossom and love and friendship had lost none of its power to please her fancy and thrill her heart, that life still called to her with many insistent voices.
It seems like disloyalty to Matthew, somehow, to find pleasure in these things now that he has gone," she said wistfully to Mrs.
Marilla, I've almost decided to give up trying to like Josie Pye.