But couldn't deny they wuz spooney, for they wuz, not a small teaspoon but a big silver dinner spoon, and I believe it will last.

Not the outward form of the spoon, oh, no, that would be too wearisome to the world and themselves, but the precious metal that forms it.

Love is the greatest thing in the world.
Blandina had always lived in a back place and had never heard a graphophone, so bein' kinder tired, and bein' nigh a place where they had one, we went in at her request and sot for quite a spell.
And we heard voices and songs gay and sad, marches and melodies, loftiest oratory, maddest mirth and profoundest feeling all comin' out of a little square box, what a idee! What a man that Edison is.

It seems always like watchin' the wonderful onseen secrets of nater, like seein' the mortal made immortal to think that voices we've loved and mourned as they wuz hushed in the last stillness can sound out agin, breakin' our hearts with the same old echoes, the same old sweetness of the voice we loved and lost, talkin' in mortal words and axents to us when they've long, long ago learnt the immortal language, beheld the immortal seens.
Why Cleopatra's voice might have been stored up as she made love to Antony, or the voice of the relation on her own side, old Mr.Pharo himself orderin' the Hebrews to git out of his premises, and their back talk about plaguin' him till he wuz willin' they should go.
Why even Eve scoldin' Adam about slackness in gittin' kindlin' wood or her pardner complainin' about her wastefulness and extravagance in usin' so many fig leaves for her fall suit.

Oh, how nateral, how nateral that would sound to wimmen.
Or old Noah's voice as he stood in the Ark door bagonin and shoutin' to the animals to walk in male and female.