So I allowed maybe you was hooked up a good deal the way I be.

You go down there, an' set down and eat, an' you set around like, but can't seem to make no break--you don't dast to say what you want to say.

Is that so ?" Franklin flushed, his first impulse being of distinct displeasure; yet he recognised the perfect good faith of the other's remarks and turned away without reply.
"An' what I was goin' to say," continued Sam, following after him, "is like this.

Now, you ain't afraid of Nory, an' I ain't afraid of Miss Beecham.

Turn about's fair play.