But I never did git a chance to eat all the pie I wanted, not in my whole life.

Was you sayin' I'm in on this here pie ?" "Certainly you are.

You wait.

It'll be done now pretty soon," said Franklin.
"If ye can poke a straw into thim, they're done," said Battersleigh oracularly.

"Curly, hand me the broom." Curly passed over the broom, and the two, with anxiety not unmixed with cynicism, watched Battersleigh as he made several ineffectual attempts to penetrate the armour of the pie.
"Stop lookin' at me like a brace o' evil-minded hyenies," protested Battersleigh.