Sary, she looked at it, and then she looked at Abner, an' then at the bunnit agin; an' _then_ she let fly." "Poor Sarah!" said Nurse Lucy, wiping tears of merriment from her eyes.
"What did she say ?" "_I_ can't tell ye what she said," replied the farmer.

"What did your old cat say when Spot caught hold of her tail the other day?
An' yet there was language enough in what Sary said.

I tell ye the hull dictionary was flyin' round that room for about ten minutes,--Webster's Unabridged, an' nothin' less.

An' Abner, he jest stood thar, bobbin' his head up an' down, and openin' an' shettin' his mouth, as if he'd like to say somethin' if he could get a chance.

But when Sary was so out of breath that she couldn't say another word, an' hed to stop for a minute, Abner jest says, 'Sary, I guess you're a little excited.