See?
Deh ol' woman 'ill be all right in deh mornin'.

Come ahn out wid me! We'll have a hell of a time." The woman on the floor cursed.

Jimmie was intent upon his bruised fore-arms.

The girl cast a glance about the room filled with a chaotic mass of debris, and at the red, writhing body of her mother.
"Go teh hell an' good riddance." She went..