"Oh, all right, Cynthy," he whispered to her, and chuckled aloud at her angry toss of the head.
"Schofields' seemed to be kind of put out with me this evening," he remarked, addressing himself to the company.

"He's the most ungratefullest cuss I ever come up with.

I was only oratin' on how proud the city ought to be of him.

He fairly keeps Plattville's sportin' spirit on the gog; 'die out, wasn't for him.

There's be'n more money laid on him whether he'll strike over and above the hour, or under and below, or whether he'll strike fifteen minutes before time, or twenty after, than--well, sir, we'd all forgit the language if it wasn't for Schofields' bell to keep us talkin'; that's _my_ claim.