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An' I couldn't git somebody ter toll her off an' take her up. That ain't fair. What ought I ter hev done?" "Wa'al," said Luke, drifting into argument, "the town-folks 'low ez ye hev got nuthin ter prove it by, the stray-book an' records bein' burnt. The town-folks 'low ez ye can't prove by writin' an' sech ez ye ever tried ter find the owner."
"Wa'al, th' man on th' seat pulled up when he see me," spoke the farmer with exasperating slowness, "an' asked me how far it was t' th' Waterville station, an' I told him." "Why didn't you say so at first?" asked Tom quickly. "Why didn't you tell us they were heading for the railroad?" "You didn't ask me," replied the farmer. "What difference does it make."
Wa'al, the day after we got there I says to her while we was havin' breakfust it was picked-up el'phant on toast, near 's I c'n remember, wa'n't it, Polly?" "That's as near the truth as most o' the rest on't so fur," said Polly with a sniff. "Wa'al, I says to her," he proceeded, untouched by her scorn, "'How'd you like to go t' the theater?
Ef I loves ye I kain't kill ye an' ef I hates ye thar's time enough." "But Alexander, you do love me! I know " "Wa'al, I don't an' thet's a right pithy point ter my manner of thinking! Ye're a right masterful sort of feller, an' ye likes ter plow yore way through life gloryin' in yore strength an' forcin' your will on weaker folks."
There had been moments, even in the straining activity of these hours, for him to boast to his fellows that it would be interesting to watch the progress of his campaign for the affections of Alexander. Now they were watching. So Jase laughed awkwardly. "Wa'al, thet's reasonable enough," he handsomely conceded.
"Wa'al, yes!" the lips replied; "you're about right thar, stranger; but then I ain't anyway near as bad off as the horse that's under me!" A conference preacher one day went into the house of a Wesleyan Reformer, and saw the portraits of three expelled ministers suspended from the walls. "What!" said he, "have you got them hanging there?" "Oh! yes," was the answer; "they are there."
"Here you be, fer a fact," said David. "Wa'al, the's worse places 'n Homeville after you git used to it," he added in qualification.
"'I hain't got no money to go to cirkises, I says, rubbin' the dusty toes o' one foot over t' other, 'nor nothin' else, I says. "'Wa'al, he says, 'why don't you crawl under the canvas? "That kind o' riled me, shy 's I was. 'I don't crawl under no canvases, I says. 'If I can't go in same 's other folks, I'll stay out, I says, lookin' square at him fer the fust time.
"We are going to have some music at the house to-night, and Mr. Lenox has kindly promised to sing for us," she replied. "He has, has he?" said David, full of interest. "Wa'al, he's the feller c'n do it if anybody can. We have singin' an' music up t' the house ev'ry Sunday night me an' Polly an' him an' it's fine.
This proposition was not declined by Mr. Elright, but he felt bound on business principles not to yield with too great a show of readiness. "Wa'al, I don't mind for this once," he said, going behind the bar and setting out a bottle and glasses, "but I've gen'ally noticed that it's a damn sight easier to git somethin' into you fellers 'n 't is to git anythin' out of ye."
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