a-p'inted

Updated: May 16, 2025

I wish he couldn't swallow till he give me half his land. An' when he got old an' wobbly on his legs, tow-headed brats a-waitin' for his money couldn't a-p'inted their fingers at him an' said, 'Ma, how old's grandpap? An' when he died, nobody could a wrote on his tombstone, 'He robbed the poor an' he cheated the rich, an' he's gone to hell with the balance a' sich."

Melville Davisson Post - Dwellers in the Hills