Only I want you to be sure those you call friends are real ones and that the truths they tell ain't like the bait on a fishhook, put on _for_ bait and just thick enough to cover the barb." "Do you mean to insinuate--" screamed the irrepressible nephew, wild at being so completely ignored.

His uncle again paid not the slightest attention.
"But that ain't neither here nor there now," he went on.

"Caroline, Mr.
Pearson just told you that his coming to this house without tellin' you fust of his quarrel with 'Bije was his fault.

That ain't so.

The fault was mine altogether.