His name is Marie, and I say I marry him pretty quick some day.

We have plenty hot cake, and beans and pork, and a little how-you-are from a jar behin' the door.
"Next year it is not so good.

There is a bad crop and hard time, and Bargon he owe two hunder' dollar, and he pay int'rest.

Norinne, she do all the work, and that little Marie, there is dam funny in him, and Norinne, she keep go, go, all the time, early and late, and she get ver' thin and quiet.

So I go up from the mill more times, and I bring fol-lols for that Marie, for you know I said I go to marry him some day.