I heard him tell my mother.

He said, 'I guess I prackly got to give it away if I'm ever goin' to get rid of it.' Well, when my own uncle says he wants to give a horn away, and he wishes he could get rid of it, I guess it's just the same as mine, soon as I go and take it, isn't it?
I'm goin' to keep it." Sam was shaken, but he had set out to demonstrate those rights of his and did not mean to yield them.
"Yes; you'll have a NICE time," he said, "next time your uncle goes to play on that horn and can't find it.

No, sir; I got a perfect ri--" "My uncle don't PLAY on it!" Roddy shrieked.

"It's an ole wore-out horn nobody wants, and it's mine, I tell you! I can blow on it, or bust it, or kick it out in the alley and leave it there, if I want to!" "No, you can't!" "I can, too!" "No, you can't.

You can't PROVE you can, and unless you prove it, I got a perf--" Roddy stamped his foot.