"I reckon it ain't agoun' to be anything very bad; and if it is, Coonrod, why you can just git right up and come out." "It will be all right, mother.

And I will go, of course." "There, now, I knowed you would, Coonrod.

Now, fawther!" This appeal was to make the old man say something in recognition of Conrad's sacrifice.
"You'll always find," he said, "that it's those of your own household that have the first claim on you." "That's so, Coonrod," urged his mother.

"It's Bible truth.

Your fawther ain't a perfesser, but he always did read his Bible.