I can't explain anythin', I don't know anythin' but what I feel myself, an' the more I feel it the more I don't know how to talk about it.

Deacon Quickset says it don't 'mount to much.

I s'pose it don't--to him, he bein' so much smarter than me.

But, so far as it goes, I can't be paid for talkin' about it, for it didn't cost me nothin'." This was not what the visitor had expected; nevertheless, it is a lawyer's business to know more than one way of putting a thing.
"See here, Sam; I need a new pair of shoes,--soft leather, thin soles, good cut; do you suppose you know how to measure me for them ?" "Well, I guess I've found out that much, Mr.Bartram." "Go ahead, then; don't let me interfere with the measurement; but I want to ask you some questions; tell me what you can as you go along.
You've been converted, they say, and you say so too." "Yes, sir," said Sam, dropping the tape-line for a moment; "what other people say I'm not responsible for, but I say it myself that I'm a different man.

That's all I can say, Mr.Bartram; an', as I said before, if you want to know more, you'd better ask somebody that's been in that sort o' life longer than I have." "Nonsense, Sam! you are too modest.