She's as nice as cake, an' not stuck up a bit.

Bless my soul! She don't know one thing about nothin'." "You're very much mistaken, Michael," exclaimed La Fleur.

"She is very well educated, and has been sent to the best schools." "Oh, I don't mean school larnin'," said Mike; "I mean 'bout cows an' chickens.

She'll come here when I'm milkin', an' ask me things about the critters an' craps that I knowed when I was a baby.

I reckon she's the kind of a lady that knows all about what's in her line, an' don't know nothin' 'bout what's not in her line.