I kind o' feel the need of a good sermon--ayes!" "All right.

I'll hitch up the hosses and we'll go.

We can start at eight o'clock and take a bite with us an' git back here by three." "Could I wear my new shoes and trousers ?" I asked joyfully.
"Ayes I guess ye can if you're a good boy--ayes!" said Aunt Deel.
I had told Aunt Deel what Sally had said of my personal appearance.
"Your coat is good enough for anybody--ayes!" said she.

"I'll make you a pair o' breeches an' then I guess you won't have to be 'shamed no more." She had spent several evenings making them out of an old gray flannel petticoat of hers and had put two pockets in them of which I was very proud.

They came just to the tops of my shoes, which pleased me, for thereby the glory of my new shoes suffered no encroachment.
The next Sunday after they were finished we had preaching in the schoolhouse and I was eager to go and wear my wonderful trousers.