"I didn't mean to make you mad," he observed.

"Anything in our line you want to order ?" "No.

I'm cal'latin' to go to the village myself this afternoon, and if I want any more groceries I'll order 'em then.

As for makin' me mad--well, don't you flatter yourself.

A moskeeter can pester me, but he don't make me mad but once--and his funeral's held right afterwards.