You said you would." "So I will, I vum," retorted the irate old lady, rather undiplomatically.

"As true as I live, I'll whip you till you can't stan'." As she spoke, she brandished her umbrella in a menacing manner.
"Den, missus, I guess you'd better stay where you is." "Oh, you imp.

See ef I don't have you put in jail.

Here, you, Sam Thompson, come and help me out.

Ef you don't, I'll tell your mother, an' she'll give you the wust lickin' you ever had.