I reckon he started close onto a thousand poems, but he didn't git along very good.

'Bout the their line he'd stop and tear up what he'd wrote.

When I wasn't mad I used to feel real sorry for Doc, he tried so hard; but feelin' sorry for him didn't help him none, and it was kind of ridiculous to see him.
"One day I asked Doc why he didn't tell ma and the rest of Kilo what he believed in, and he said that Kilo folks couldn't understand sich things, bein' mostly born and bred in the Methodist Church, and not lib'ral like he was.

I seen he was payin' me a compliment, because he had told me, but I couldn't swaller r'inca'nation, for all that.

And so we didn't seem to git no further.
"But one day Doc says, 'Well, Loreny, WHY can't you marry me?
They ain't no one can love you like I do, and you know I'll make you a good husband, and I'll go to church with you reg'lar if you say so.' "'Goin' to church ain't all, Doc Weaver,' I says.