"Couldn't git dar 'fore dark, no how, and he'd be gone away, and I 'spect I couldn't fin' him." "Whar is yer letter ?" asked Uncle Braddock.
"Oh, 'tain't writ yit," said Aunt Matilda.

"I wants some o' you uns to write it fur me.

Kin any o' you youngsters write writin' ?" "Yes, ma'am," said John William Webster.

"Greg'ry kin write fus-rate.
He's been ter school mor'n a month." "You shet up!" cried Gregory, indignantly.

"Ise been to school mor'n dat.