"Look at that lip and the honey all over him--ayes! I tell ye--I can't stan' it." "Say, boy, is there anything on this place that you ain't tipped over ?" Uncle Peabody asked in a sorrowful tone.

"Wouldn't ye like to tip the house over ?" I was near breaking down in this answer: "I went into the but'ry and that pan jumped on to me." "Didn't you taste the honey ?" "No," I drew in my breath and shook my head.
"Liar, too!" said Aunt Deel.

"I can't stan' it an' I won't." Uncle Peabody was sorely tried, but he was keeping down his anger.

His voice trembled as he said: "Boy, I guess you'll have to--" Uncle Peabody stopped.

He had been driven to the last ditch, but he had not stepped over it.