Anyway that's the thing she done, right enough.

She writes me a letter that was smooth as oil and suggests that I go on with a composition course to learn how to write." "Going to have you do books, Bill ?" "I ain't a plumb fool, Ronicky.

But I thought it wouldn't do me no harm to unlimber my pen and fire out a few words a day.

So I done it.
I started writing what they told me to write about, the things that was around me, with a lot of lessons about how you can't use the same word twice on one page, and how terrible bad it is to use too many passive verbs." "What's a passive verb, Bill ?" "I didn't never figure it out, exactly.

However, it seems like they're something that slows you up the way a muddy road slows up a hoss.
And then she begun talking about the mountains, and then she begun asking-- "About you!" suggested Ronicky with a grin.
"Confound you," said Bill Gregg.