"You can help us nail the bars and--" "I ain' studyin' 'bout no bars!" Herman interrupted fiercely.

"What good you reckon nailin' bars go' do me if Mammy holler fer me?
You white boys sutn'y show me bad day! I try treat people nice, 'n'en they go th'ow my britches down cistern! "I did not!" Sam protested.

"That ole cat just kicked 'em out o' my hand with its hind feet while its front ones were stickin' in my arm.

I bet YOU'D of--" "Blame it on cat!" Herman sneered.

"'At's nice! Jes' looky here minute: Who'd I len' 'em britches to?
D' I len' 'em britches to thishere cat?
No, suh; you know I didn'! You know well's any man I len' 'em britches to you--an' you tuck an' th'owed 'em down cistern!" "Oh, PLEASE hush up about your old britches!" Penrod said plaintively.
"I got to think how we're goin' to fix our cage up right, and you make so much noise I can't get my mind on it.