"You can give me a pint of cream." "Cream?
What for ?" The family regarded him with amazement.
"I'm fond of it.

If you have no cream, milk will do." "Pshaw! I'll put up a hull basket of lunch for you," Mrs.Briskow declared.

"Buddy, go kill a rooster, an' you, Allie, get them eggs out of the nest in the garden, an' a jar of them peach preserves, while I make up a pan of biscuits." Protest was unavailing.
When the others had hurried away, Pa Briskow said: "I been studyin' you, Mister Gray, and I got you down as a first-class man.

When Ma and Allie come over to Dallas to get rigged out, I'd like you to help 'em.
They 'ain't never been fu'ther from home than Cisco--that's thirty mile.

I'll pay you for your time." Gray's hearty acceptance of the first and his prompt refusal of the second proposal pleased the speaker.
"Bein' rich is mighty fine, but--" Gus Briskow shook his head doubtfully.