They was too pretty to eat up, so the little woman, she done put 'em in the parlor,--on the table like, in the middle of the floor; tied 'em together with a blue ribbon and left 'em there.
Now, you all know right well that's the only pair of candy legs in Heart's Desire." "That's legitimate distinction, Curly," Dan Anderson decided.

"It entitles your family to social prominence." "Oh, we wasn't stuck up none over that," laughed Curly, modestly, "but we always felt kind of comfortable, thinkin' them there legs was right there on the parlor table in the other room.

You can't help feelin' good to have some little ornyment like that around the place, you know, special if there's women around.

But now, fellers, what I was goin' to say is, there's mice, or rats, got in on this range some how, and they--" "Why didn't you put 'em in a box ?" asked McKinney, severely.

"You ain't got sense enough to know the difference between a hair rope and a can of California apricots." "Put 'em in a box ?" cried Curly.