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"If that's so," he remarked calmly, "I'm in a half dollar, and that's some satisfaction. But say, what a time we'll have tellin' the boys. Wow! I can see the eyes of Little Billie, and Curly, and Nuthin just stickin' out of their heads when they hear all we've run up against." "And we'd better move along a little faster while about it," observed Paul. "Why?
Say, wa'an't ther' a yarn 'bout some blamed citizen what took to a cave, an' the checkens an' things got busy feedin' him?" "Ravens," said Sunny. "Ravens nuthin'," cried the indignant Sandy. "Checkens of the air, they was." Sunny shrugged. "That ain't no sort o' Bible talk, anyway," he protested. "You need suthin' what gives 'em a lesson. Now, ther's Nore an' his floatin' ranch "
"She did tell me not to boil it too much, and to give it to her when she called for it," he said, slowly. "Wal, if ye don't want ter kill her, take my advice an' bile it a good half hour, 'n' don't give it to her oftener than once in three hours. She'll cry fur it, but ye needn't mind. Ye'll get used ter it. I don't believe in lettin' young uns hev nuthin' out o' their reg'lar time."
Thar must'r bin a slew o' 'em, an' sum a hoss-back; they wus a strikin' straight across yonder, an' I reckon they fetched a prisoner 'long, sumbody wearin' boots enyhow, fer I saw the tracks in the mud." "Poor fellow. We'll not remain here, Kennedy, only to rest for an hour, or two. We'll not risk a fire." "Sure not ain't got nuthin' ter cook, enyhow."
He hed been courtin' Miss Anne 'bout de time Marse Chan fit de duil wid her pa, an' Miss Anne hed kicked 'im, dough he wuz mighty rich, 'cause he warn' nuthin' but a half-strainer, an' 'cause she like Marse Chan, I believe, dough she didn' speak to 'im; an' Mr. Ronny he got drunk, an' 'cause Cun'l Chahmb'lin tole 'im not to come dyah no more, he got mighty mad.
"Oh; she does, eh?" "Mighty bad, sir." Uncle John watched Thomas polish a buckle. "Is it a moral work?" he asked. "Nuthin' could be moraler, sir. All 'bout the lives o' " "How much is it?" "Comes pretty high, sir. Three dollars. But it's " "Here. Take your money and get out. You're interrupting me." "Very sorry, sir. Much obleeged, sir. Where'll I leave the book?" "Throw it in the manger."
"There's a kind of exhibit goin' on." Uncle William consulted the letter. "'The Exhibition of American Artists' suthin' like a fair, I take it. And he's goin' to send 'em." "Thinks he'll take a prize, I s'pose." Andy's tone held fine scepticism. "Well, I dunno. He don't say nuthin' about a prize. He does kind o' hint that he'll be sendin' me suthin' pretty soon. I guess likely there'll be prizes.
She sung religious songs and one or two field songs. I don't recollect 'em now. "I never did vote. I never cared nuthin' about it. Some of 'em 'round here wouldn't miss votin' for nothin'. "Lawd me, chile, the times is done run ahead of me now. I'm so fur behind I never expect to catch up. I don't pay no more attention to the young folks, the way they act now, 'an I do my little dog there.
"Near enough, ain't it. Oughtn't to blame a man when he's doin' the best he can. I can't hit at you at all, Mrs. Mayfield. Ain't nuthin' here that sounds like you." "Really," she said, "this is a remarkable post-office." "One of the best, ma'm," replied the post-master. "Come in, Squire," he called as a man, leading a hound, appeared at the door. "I want a pint," said the Squire.
"Send nuthin'," muttered Aunt Melvy, shuffling down the stairs. "I's gwine myself, ef I has to take de bridal kerridge." Messengers were sent in hot haste, one to the farm and one to town, while Jimmy Reed was detailed to canvass the guests and see if a white four-in-hand might be procured. "The nearest thing is Mr.
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