Don't yell so's they'll hear you three or four mile.

You'll have everybody 'tween here and Clifty waked up." For Mrs.
Means had become so excited over the idea of being caught allowing Hannah to go to spelling-school that she had raised her last "Ketch me!" to a perfect whoop.
"That's the way I'm treated," whimpered the old woman, who knew how to take the "injured innocence" dodge as well as anybody.

"That's the way I'm treated.

You allers take sides with that air hussy agin your own flesh and blood.

You don't keer how much trouble I have.