If--if I was you, I wouldn't let Phoebe come so often--not here, you know, at your house.
Course, I know she comes with Bos'n and all, but--" "Out with it!" The captain's tone was ominous.

"What are you drivin' at ?" The caller fidgeted.
"Well, Whit," he stammered, "there's consider'ble talkin' goin' on, that's all." "Talkin'?
What kind of talkin' ?" "Well, you know the kind.

This town does a good deal of it, 'specially after church and prayer meetin'.

Seem's if they thought 'twas a sort of proper place.

_I_ don't myself; I kind of like to keep my charity and brotherly love spread out through the week, but--" "Ase, are the folks in this town sayin' a word against Phoebe Dawes because she comes here to see--Bos'n ?" "Don't--don't get mad, Whit.