Her and marm has set theirselves like fools to git you.

Hanner! Well, she's a mighty nice gal, but you're welcome to _her_.

I never tuck no shine that air way.

But I was out of school last Thursday and Friday a-shucking corn to take to mill a-Saturday.

And when I come past the Squire's and seed you talking to a gal as is a gal, you know"-- here Bud hesitated and looked foolish--"I felt hoppin' mad." Bud put on his coat.
Ralph put on his coat.
Then they shook hands and Bud went out.