"I'm glad to see you.

What's the matter ?" "Well, Mister Charlton, I'm playin' the gardeen angel." "Guardian angel! How's that ?" "I'm a sorter gardeen of your sister.

Do you see that air pistol?
Hey?
Jist as sure as shootin,' I'll kill that Wes'cott ef he tries to marry that angel.

I don't want to marry her.

I aint fit, mister, that's a fack.
Ef I was, I'd put in fer her.