"You know, Squire, I was raised rich, cradled in the lap of luxury.

Ef I ha'n't got much book-stuffin' in my head, 'ta'n't fer want of schoolin'.
I never larnt much, but then I had plenty of edication; I went to school every winter hand-runnin' tell I was twenty-two, and went to singin' every Sunday arternoon.

'Ta'n't like as ef I'd been brought up poar, weth no chance to larn.

I've had the schoolin' anyway, and it's all the same.

An' I've got a good claim, half timber, and runnin' water onter it, and twenty acre of medder.