Well, all the lammings Hank laid on never done me any good.

It seemed like I was jest natcherally cut out to have no success in life, and no amount of whaling could change it, though Hank, he was faithful.

Before I was twelve years old the hull town had seen it, and they wasn't nothing else expected of me except not to be any good.
That had its handy sides to it, too.

They was lots of kids there that had to go to school, but Hank, he never would of let me done that if I had ast him, and I never asted.

And they was lots of kids considerably bothered all the time with their parents and relations.