I have an eye there ain't no deceivin'.
I have made it a study, and know every pint about a woman, as well as I do about a hoss; therefore, if I say so, it must be so, and no mistake.
I make all allowances for the gear, and the gettin' up, and the vampin', and all that sort o' flash; but toggery won't make an ugly gall handsum, nohow you can fix it.

It may lower her ugliness a leetle, but it won't raise her beauty, if she hante got none.

But I warn't a talkin' of nobility; I was a talkin' of Life in the Country.

But the wust of it is, when galls come on the carpet, I could talk all day; for the dear little critters, I _do_ love 'em, that's a fact.

Lick! it sets me crazy a'most.
Well, where was we?
for petticoats always puts every thing out o' my head.