Now looky here; you stop that putting on frills.

I won't have it.

I'll lay for you, my smarty; and if I catch you about that school I'll tan you good.
First you know you'll get religion, too.

I never see such a son." He took up a little blue and yaller picture of some cows and a boy, and says: "What's this ?" "It's something they give me for learning my lessons good." He tore it up, and says: "I'll give you something better--I'll give you a cowhide." He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says: "AIN'T you a sweet-scented dandy, though?
A bed; and bedclothes; and a look'n'-glass; and a piece of carpet on the floor--and your own father got to sleep with the hogs in the tanyard.

I never see such a son.