I'll tell you about it, if you hain't any objection." "Go ahead.

It's your deal." "You see, the summer I was eighteen, my cousin worked for dad hayin' time.

He was a little older'n me, and he had a powerful appetite, Bill had.

If it wasn't for that, he'd 'a' been a nice feller enough, but at the table he always wanted more than his share of wittles.
Now, that ain't fair, no ways--think it is, stranger ?" "No! Go ahead with your story." "One day we sat down to dinner.

Marm had made some apple-dumplin' that day, and 'twas good, you bet.