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"Two cents?" he sneered. "Naw! Won't sell any for less 'n a nickel." A gaunt, anaemic southerner, who was with the party of idlers, spoke up. "Yeah, boy. What's the matter?" Silvey turned ruefully. "Ain't got money enough to buy some minnies," he explained.
Bangs' wife on the witness stand and question her before the jury. Sheriff, call Mrs. Bangs." "Naw, stranger, naw," said Jed, and he rose as if to combat, but Mr. Goodloe laid a restraining hand on his arm, and trembling, he took his seat.
"Would you know the Big One again? Oh, Chick, try to remember what he looked like!" Chick shook his head, "Naw, I don't 'member what none of 'em looked like. But you know which one he was; he gimme the silver knob offen his whip." Miss Lady sprang to her feet: "We must get him to the courthouse, Mr. Flathers. Quick! Help me with his clothes. I'll put on his shoes and stockings."
Neither do I ain't that funny? But gee, this is rougher'n any waves ever was on our lake. What're you goin' to do?" "Hold straight ahead, Jean," I answered. "Now, wouldn't you better go back to the others?" "Naw, I ain't scared much. I told Jimmy, I did, any pirate ought to be ashamed to get sick. But they're all scared. So'm I, some," he added frankly.
'Cow' is genteel 'cause folks milk 'em." "Naw, I ain't going to be name' no cow, neither," retorted the little Indian, "you all time trying to 'suade somebody to be name' 'Setting Cow'." "He can't be name' a cow," Billy now entered into the discussion "'cause he ain't no girl. Why don' you be name' 'Settin' Steer'? Is 'steer' genteel, Lina?" he anxiously inquired.
"Naw naw y' don't!" he shouted, his face perfectly purple with fury and drink. "No woman he! runs this old boat while I'm aboard, see? Go on, fire me! I don't give damn! But you don't run car! Sit down! I run car New York or Hell no matter which! Hurtling down the slope like a runaway comet, now wholly out of control, the powerful gray car leaped madly at the turn.
"Ain't you comin' to meetin'?" asked Abbie Larkin. "Naw," snarled Caleb, "I ain't." "Why not? And it's such a lovely day, too." "Ugh!" "Why ain't you comin' to meetin', Mr. Hammond?" "'Cause I don't feel like it, that's why." "I want to know! Well, you DON'T seem to be in a pious frame of mind, that's a fact.
The child sucked his dirty thumb and edged nearer. "Naw, suh, but I've seen a dawg's," he answered, drawing out his thumb like a stopper and sticking it in again. "Well, you watch this and you'll see a horse's. There, now don't take your eyes away." He whittled silently for a time, then as he looked up his glance fell on the stagecoach in the yard, and he turned from it to Jack Hicks.
Through the bare trees above them blazed the magnificent proportions of Angora Heights, with its pretentious assembly of stables, garage and servants' quarters in the rear. "Ye gods!" exclaimed the stranger under his breath; "is this all of it?" "Naw, sir!" Uncle Jimpson denied emphatically; "if hit wuz daytime you could see de Ramparts an' de Estanade. Over dere is de Lygoon.
"I fee-er naw faw in shee-ining arr-mor, Though his lance be sharrrp and er keen; But I fee-er, I fee-er the glah-mour Therough thy der-rooping lashes seen: I fee-er, I fee-er the glah-mour...." Sam flung open the door wrathfully.
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