When I think of a spirit all I can see is a white sheet runnin' in the dark.

Just the same, God don't look like a Mexican, an' he don't wear his hair parted." A strain of music from the dancing pavilion brought both girls scrambling to their feet.
"We can get a couple of dances in before we eat," Mary proposed.

"An' then it'll be afternoon an' all the fellows 'll be here.

Most of them are pinchers--that's why they don't come early, so as to get out of taking the girls to dinner.

But Bert's free with his money, an' so is Billy.