After all the items I've give him, too.

That's all the thanks you git fer gittin' up news fer them blamed reporters.
But I'll show him! I wonder what he'd think if I traced that baby right up to his own--_What's_ that, Eva?
Well, now, you don't know anything about it neither, so keep your mouth shet.

Harry Squires is a purty sly cuss.

Mebby it's his'n.

You ain't supposed to know.