"He don't seem to hold no edge neither, fur's I could see.

It was him that was a-doin' all the guessin'.

She just a-standin' pat all the time, same fer him as fer everybody else.
Reckon she ain't got no beau, an' don't want none." "Beau be d----d!" said his friend.

"Who said anything about beau?
First thing, feller's got to be fitten.

Who's fitten ?" "That's right," said Pinky.