She wouldn't look at me.

I been to Fogarty's; she's on my list this week, and it's my day for visitin', fust in two weeks.

That two-year-old of hers is all right ag'in after your sewing him up; they'll never get over tellin' how you set up all night with him.

You ought to hear Mrs.Fogarty go on--'Oh, the goodness of him!'" and she mimicked the good woman's dialect.

"'If Tod'd been his own child he couldn't a-done more for him.' That's the way she talks.