Yes, sir," declared Mr.Harum, "I couldn't 'a' done it slicker myself, an' I don't know nobody that could." "Guess you must 'a' felt a little ticklish yourself," said Dick sympathetically, laughing as usual.
"Wa'al, you better believe," declared the other.

"The' was 'bout half a minute when I'd have sold out mighty cheap, an' took a promise fer the money.

He's welcome to drive any team in _my_ barn," said David, feeling--in which view Mr.Larrabee shared--that encomium was pretty well exhausted in that assertion.
"I don't believe," said Mr.Harum after a moment, in which he and his companion reflected upon the gravity of his last declaration, "that the's any dum thing that feller can't do.

The last thing 's a piany.
He's got a little one that stands up on it's hind legs in his room, an' he c'n play it with both hands 'thout lookin' on.

Yes, sir, we have reg'lar concerts at my house ev'ry Sunday night, admission free, an' childern half price, an'," said David, "you'd ought to hear him an' Polly sing, an'-- he, he, he! you'd ought to _see_ her singin'-- tickleder 'n a little dog with a nosegay tied to his tail.".