Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me.

'Deed she would." "SHE! She never licks anybody--whacks 'em over the head with her thimble--and who cares for that, I'd like to know.

She talks awful, but talk don't hurt--anyways it don't if she don't cry.

Jim, I'll give you a marvel.

I'll give you a white alley!" Jim began to waver.
"White alley, Jim! And it's a bully taw." "My! Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis--" "And besides, if you will I'll show you my sore toe." Jim was only human--this attraction was too much for him.