I was in hopes, by this morning, you'd have found out more from him." Simeon Holly shook his head.
"'T was impossible." "Gosh! I should say 't was," cut in Perry Larson, with emphasis.

"An' queer ain't no name for it.

One minute he'd be talkin' good common sense like anybody: an' the next he'd be chatterin' of coats made o' ice, an' birds an' squirrels an' babbling brooks.

He sure is dippy! Listen.

He actually don't seem ter know the diff'rence between himself an' his fiddle.