I got to git even with anybody what does me dirty, if it takes me all my life." "But don't you forget to remember ?" "Not me.

I ain't that kind." Sandy leaned wearily against the haystack and tried to shelter himself from the wind.

A continued diet of bread and water had made him sensitive to the changes in the weather.
"This here grub is kinder hard on yer head-rails," said Ricks, trying to bite through a piece of stale bread.

A baker had let them have three loaves for a dime because they were old and hard.
Sandy cast a longing look at Ricks's short bottle.

It seemed to remedy so many ills, heat or cold, thirst or hunger.