In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.
After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.
Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me.

But she wouldn't.

She said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean, and I must try to not do it any more.

That is just the way with some people.

They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it.