He hastened to his new home, the house of Mr.Pete Jones, the same who believed in the inseparableness of "lickin' and larnin'." "You're a purty gal, a'n't you?
You're a purty gal, a'n't you?
_You_ air! Yes, you _air_" and Mrs.Means seemed so impressed with Hannah's prettiness that she choked on it, and could get no further.

"A purty gal! you! Yes! you air a mighty purty gal!" and the old woman's voice rose till it could have been heard half a mile.

"To be a-santerin' along the big road after ten o'clock with the master! Who knows whether he's a fit man fer anybody to go with?
Arter all I've been and gone and done fer you! That's the way you pay me! Disgrace me! Yes, I say disgrace me! You're a mean, deceitful thing.

Stuck up bekase you spelt the master down.

Ketch _me_ lettin' you got to spellin'-school to-morry night! Ketch ME! Yes, ketch ME, I say!" "Looky here, marm," said Bud, "it seems to me you're a-makin' a blamed furss about nothin'.