But the questionin' was mighty unsatisfyin'.

Archibald was the whole team, and the rest of us was yeller dogs under the wagon.
"'Can't you keep that child quiet ?' asks the priest, at last, losin' his temper and speakin' pretty sharp.
"'O Archie, dear! DO be a nice boy,' begs Margaret, for the eight hundredth time.
"'Why don't you punish him as he deserves ?' "'Father, dear, I can't.

The mistress says he's so sensitive that he has to have his own way.

I'd lose my place if I laid a hand on him.' "'Come on into the parlor and see the pictures, Archie,' says I.
"'I won't,' says Archibald.

'I'm goin' to stay here and see the fat man make faces.' "'You see,' says Sim, apologizin' 'we can't touch him, 'cause we promised his ma not to interfere.