nuther-too

Updated: May 13, 2025

It was a singularly quiet place. I stopped in front of a big white meeting house. An old man was mowing in its graveyard near the highway. Slowly he swung his scythe. "It's a fine day," I said. "No, it ain't, nuther-too much hard work in it," said he. "Do you know where Kate Fullerton lives?" I asked. "Well, it's purty likely that I do," he answered as he stood resting on his snath.

Irving Bacheller - The Light in the Clearing