Where you going to get the buttons?
You never sent for any." "Oh, I'll find buttons.

You can donate a couple off some of your clothes, if you want to right bad." "Who?
Me?
I ain't got enough now to keep the wind out," Cash protested.
"Lemme tell yuh something, Bud.

If you cut more saving, you'd have enough cloth there for two pair of pants.

You don't need to cut the legs so long as all that.

They'll drag on the ground so the poor kid can't walk in 'em without falling all over himself." "Well, good glory! Who's making these pants?
Me, or you ?" Bud exploded.
"If you think you can do any better job than what I'm doing, go get yourself some cloth and fly at it! Don't think you can come hornin' in on my job, 'cause I'll tell the world right out loud, you can't." "Yeah--that's right! Go to bellerin' around like a bull buffalo, and wake the kid up! I don't give a cuss how you make'm.