I've told the boys about it again an' again, but they're worth less than nothin' at helpin' things along.

The deacon don't keep no dog.

Now you've got home, I hope we'll have somethin'." "Not if we have to get it that way," said Sam, gently.

"No more stealin'; I'll die first." "I guess we'll all die, then," moaned Mrs.Kimper.

"I didn't s'pose bein' sent up was goin' to skeer all the spirit out of you." "It didn't, Nan, but it's been the puttin' of a new kind of spirit into me.