"You didn't say nothin' putty to me." "Humph! I guess the's some diff'rence," observed Mrs.Bixbee with scorn, and her brother laughed.
"How was you cal'latin' to git there ?" he asked, looking at our friend's evening shoes.
"I thought at first I would walk," was the reply, "but I rather think I will stop at Robinson's and get him to send me over." "I guess you won't do nothin' o' the sort," declared David.

"Tom's all hitched to take you over, an' when you're ready jest ring the bell." "You're awfully kind," said John gratefully, "but I don't know when I shall be coming home." "Come back when you git a good ready," said Mr.Harum.

"If you keep him an' the hoss waitin' a spell, I guess they won't take cold this weather.".