"I'd rather take your word." "All right, you take it, for that's the truth," he said.

"But what was the rumpus?
How did you come to have a racket with your old man ?" "Over my wanting to teach," said Kate.

Then she explained in detail.
"Pother! Don't you fret about that!" said George.

"I'm taking care of you now, and I'll see that you soon get home and to Grays', too; that's all buncombe.

As for your share of your father's estate, you watch me get it! You are his child, and there is law!" "There's law that allows him to deed his land to his sons before he dies, and that is exactly what he has done," said Kate.
"The Devil, you say!" shouted George Holt, stepping back to stare at her.