"Now I ax yerself, Ricks, what'u'd you do ?" he said.
"Me?
I don't give advice to nobody.

But effen it was me I'd know mighty quick what to do." "What ?" said Sandy, eagerly.
"Buy a dawg." "A dog?
I ain't goin' blind." "Lor'! but you're a softhorn," said Ricks, contemptuously.

"I s'pose you'd count on leadin' him round by a pink ribbon." "Oh, you mean a fighter ?" "Sure.

My last dawg could do ever'thing in sight.

She was so game she went after herself in a lookin'-glass and got kilt.