They ain't no Mexican money wrong side of the river.

No counterfeit there regardin' a happy home--cuttin' out the bass voice and givin' 'em a leetle better line of grass and water, eh?
Well, I reckon not.

Watch me fly _to_ it." The idiom of Curly's speech was at times a trifle obscure to the uneducated ear.

I gathered that he believed these newcomers to be of proper social rank, and that he was also of the opinion that a certain mending in their material matters might add to the happiness of the family.
"But say," he began again shortly, "I ain't told you half about our dinner." "That is to say--" said I.
"We're goin' to have oysters!" he replied.
"Oh, Curly!" objected I, petulantly, "what's the use lying?
I'll agree that you may perhaps marry the girl--I don't care anything about that.

But as to oysters, you know there never was an oyster in Heart's Desire, and never will be, world without end." "Huh!" said Curly.