I knowed I would get tired of it.
"Martha," I says, "mebby these here nights is all right, and mebby they ain't.

I never seen one, and I don't know.

And, mind you, I ain't saying a word agin their way of acting.

I can't say how I would of been myself, if I had been brung up like them.

But it looks to me, from some of the things you've said about 'em, they must have a dern fool streak in 'em somewheres." I was kind of jealous of them nights, I guess, or I wouldn't of run 'em down that-a-way behind their backs.