"I just told you, I reckon." "Do you have any amusements?
Are there ever any entertainments ?" "Why, law! no, ma'am!" She threw back her head and laughed.

There rose before her the picture of a primitive world, whose swift appeal clutched at her heart, saturated and sated with unreal things grown banal.
"Besides," went on Tom Osby, "if we had an op'ry house, it wouldn't do no good.

Why--I don't want to be imperlite, but I've heard that op'ry singers cost as high as ten dollars a night, or maybe more.

We couldn't afford it.

Onct we had a singin'-school teacher.