But he don't say nothing.

He jest snorts.
"Hank," I says, "I been doing right smart work around the shop fur two, three years now.

If you wasn't loafing so much you'd a noticed it more.
And I ain't never ast fur a cent of pay fur it, nor--" "You ain't wuth no pay," says Hank.

"You ain't wuth nothing but to eat vittles and wear out clothes." "Well," I says, "I figger I earn my vittles and a good 'eal more.

And as fur as clothes goes, I never had none but what Elmira made out'n yourn." "Who brung you up ?" asts Hank.
"You done it," says I, "and by your own say-so you done a dern poor job at it." "You go to that there circus," says Hank, a-flaring up, "and I'll lambaste you up to a inch of your life.