"I don't know when I'll have it finished, if I keep on feelin' as I do now.

It's pretty tough, too, bekase that shoe belongs to Mrs.
Judge Prency, an' she's comin' for it this afternoon; but I'm that sleepy that--" Larry's head gently sought the wall again.
"An' a very good woman she is, Larry.

Brace up, my boy, why don't you, an' finish your work ?" "Eh?
Say 'Brace up' to somebody that's not got anythin' in him to brace him down.

She kin wait for her shoe while I'm havin' my aise an' forgettin' all about work." "When did you promise the shoe to her ?" asked Sam.
"Oh, sometime this afternoon," said Larry, "an' she hasn't come in here yet.

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof, ye know the good book says, Sam.