Let 'em write! You fight! If it rests on that hairy bunch to stop the war you'll get a bellyful of fighting.

They're just a noisy fringe of buzzers round the real folks of this country." "Yes, sir," said Wilbur.

"I thought I'd ask." "Well, now you know.

Shove off!" "Yes, sir." Sharon's tone changed to petulance.
"That's right, and leave me here to farm twenty-five hundred acres all by myself, just when I was going to put in tractors.

That's the kind you are--just a fool country-town boy, with a head full of grand notions.
Well, somebody's got to raise food for the world.