He done just enough to keep up the day's work an' no more an' the upshot on't is that John's had to put in consid'able time to git things straightened out." "What a shame!" exclaimed Aunt Polly.
"Keeps him f'm bein' lonesome," remarked her brother with a grin.
"An' he hain't had no time to himself!" she protested.

"I don't believe you've made up your mind yet whether you're goin' to like him, an' I don't believe he'll _stay_ anyway." "I've told more 'n forty-leven times," said Mr.Harum, looking up over his paper, "that I thought we was goin' to make a hitch of it, an' he cert'nly hain't said nuthin' 'bout leavin', an' I guess he won't fer a while, tavern or no tavern.

He's got a putty stiff upper lip of his own, I reckon," David further remarked, with a short laugh, causing Mrs.
Bixbee to look up at him inquiringly, which look the speaker answered with a nod, saying, "Me an' him had a little go-round to-day." "You hain't had no _words_, hev ye ?" she asked anxiously.
"Wa'al, we didn't have what ye might call _words_.

I was jest tryin' a little experiment with him." "Humph," she remarked, "you're alwus tryin' exper'ments on somebody, an' you'll be liable to git ketched at it some day." "Exceptin' on you," said David.

"You don't think I'd try any experiments on you, do ye ?" "Me!" she cried.