"I guess I'll have to go an' jump up an' down on the verandy.

How do you feel, John?
I s'pose you got so used to them things at the Eagle 't you won't have no stomach fer 'em, eh?
Wa'al, fetch 'em along.

May 's well die fer the ole sheep 's the lamb, but, Polly Bixbee, if you've got designs on my life, I may 's well tell ye right now 't I've left all my prop'ty to the Institution fer Disappinted Hoss Swappers." "That's putty near next o' kin, ain't it ?" was the unexpected rejoinder of the injured Polly.
"Wa'al, scat my -- --!" exclaimed David, hugely amused, "if Polly Bixbee hain't made a joke! You'll git yourself into the almanic, Polly, fust thing you know." Sairy brought in the pie and then the pudding.
"John," said David, "if you've got a pencil an' a piece o' paper handy I'd like to have ye take down a few of my last words 'fore we proceed to the pie an' puddin' bus'nis.

Any more 'hoss-redish' in that bottle ?" holding out his glass.

"Hi! hi! that's enough.