It's hard, sir--I can't bear to see Nell cry.

She'd sich high sperrits, onct." "Where's the boy Tom ?" asked Kenneth, somewhat gruffly.
"He's in the jail yet, waitin' to be tried.

Court don't set till next week, they say." "And where do you live, Rogers ?" "Five miles up the Fairview road.

'Taint much of a place--Nell says I've always bin a shif'les lot, an' I guess it's true.

Yesterday your hired men painted all the front o' my fence--painted it white--not only where th' signs was, but th' whole length of it.