I'd tell him a thing, an' explain it to him two three times over, an' he'd say 'Yes, yes,' an', scat my -- --! when it came to carryin' on't out, he hadn't sensed it a mite--jest got it which-end-t'other.

An talk! Wa'al, I think it must 'a' ben a kind of disease with him.

He really didn't mean no harm, mebbe, but he couldn't no more help lettin' out anythin' he knowed, or thought he knowed, than a settin' hen c'n help settin'.
He kep' me on tenter-hooks the hull endurin' time." "I should say he was honest enough, was he not ?" said John.
"Oh, yes," replied David with a touch of scorn, "he was honest enough fur 's money matters was concerned; but he hadn't no tack, nor no sense, an' many a time he done more mischief with his gibble-gabble than if he'd took fifty dollars out an' out.

Fact is," said David, "the kind of honesty that won't actually steal 's a kind of fool honesty that's common enough; but the kind that keeps a feller's mouth shut when he hadn't ought to talk 's about the scurcest thing goin'.

I'll jest tell ye, fer example, the last mess he made.