Dey ain't a sengle fiahplace in the hull country roun' yer.

When I sells mer lan' fer a hundred dollahs, fust thing I'm a-goin' do is to build me a fiahplace an' git me er nice big settle to putt in front o' hit, so'st I kin set mer bread to raise befo' the fiah, like all bread orter be sot.

How kin a pusson cook out yet--not to say, _cook_ ?" "That will do, Lucy," said Mrs.Buford.
"We are demoralized," said Mary Ellen hopelessly, "and I resent it.

I resent your knowing us or knowing anything about our lives.

If you had never heard anything at all about us it mightn't have been so bad.