Only just a little--I'd let YOU, if you was me, Tom." "Ben, I'd like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly--well, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn't let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn't let Sid.

Now don't you see how I'm fixed?
If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it--" "Oh, shucks, I'll be just as careful.

Now lemme try.

Say--I'll give you the core of my apple." "Well, here--No, Ben, now don't.

I'm afeard--" "I'll give you ALL of it!" Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face, but alacrity in his heart.