Its name is Susabella and Aryann, or somethin' like that.

Shall I wake it up?
It's both alike." "Now, why, my woman's folks," began Curly, "up there in Kansas--I reckon maybe _that's_ how it happened! She had a sister done married a Baptis' preacher, onct.

Say, now, I bet a horse that's right how this here happened.

Say, they was so pore they didn't have enough to eat." "Letter come with 'em," said Tom, taking out a handful of tobacco from his pocket with the missive.

"I reckon, that explains it, I wouldn't take a thousand dollars for 'em if they was mine.