When we got out into the entry one o' them fellers that stands 'round steps up to me an' says, 'Ain't your ma feelin' well ?' he says.

'Her feelin's has ben a trifle rumpled up,' I says, 'an' that gen'ally brings on the nosebleed,' an' then," said David, looking over Mrs.Bixbee's head, "the feller went an' leaned up agin the wall." "David Harum!" exclaimed Mrs.Bixbee, "that's a downright _lie_.

You never spoke to a soul, an'-- an'-- ev'rybody knows 't I ain't more 'n four years older 'n you be." "Wa'al, you see, Polly," her brother replied in a smooth tone of measureless aggravation, "the feller wa'n't acquainted with us, an' he only went by appearances." Aunt Polly appealed to John: "Ain't he enough to--to--I d' know what ?" "I really don't see how you live with him," said John, laughing.
Mrs.Cullom's face wore a faint smile, as if she were conscious that something amusing was going on, but was not quite sure what.

The widow took things seriously for the most part, poor soul.
"I reckon you haven't followed theater-goin' much after that," she said to her hostess.
"No, ma'am," Mrs.Bixbee replied with emphasis, "you better believe I hain't.

I hain't never thought of it sence without tinglin' all over.