Roscoe hasn't got any chuldern yet, and I haven't ever spoke to him and his wife about it--it's kind of a delicate matter--but it's about time the wife and I saw some gran'-chuldern growin' up around us.

I certainly do hanker for about four or five little curly-headed rascals to take on my knee.

Boys, I hope, o' course; that's only natural.

Jim's got his eye on a mighty splendid-lookin' girl; lives right next door to us.

I expect you heard me joshin' him about it back yonder.