They're like thunder showers; brief an' black enough, but soon over an' leavin' the world brighter.
"This last attitoode of Jennie towards Dave is one of abandonment an' onthinkin' indifference that a-way.

It begins hard on the fetlocks of that interestin' event, thrillin' to every proud Wolfville heart, the birth of Dave's only infant son, Enright Peets Tutt.

Which I never does cross up with no one who deems more of her progeny than Jennie does of the yoothful Enright Peets.

A cow's solicitoode concernin' her calf is chill regyard compared tharwith.

Jennie hangs over Enright Peets like some dew-jewelled hollyhock over a gyarden fence; you'd think he's a roast apple; an' I don't reckon now, followin' that child's advent, she ever sees another thing in Arizona but jest Enright Peets.