"That's a fortin, Davy.

It's an amazin' lot fur poor folks like us, an' I can't somehow git it through my head that we're goin' to git so much.

But if we do get it, Davy, we'll have some high old times when it comes, me an' you." "You and me!" exclaimed David.
"Sartin; I want some good clothes an' so do you.

'Twon't be enough to get us a hoss apiece.

I _do_ wish I had a circus hoss like Don Gordon's, but we kin get some better shootin' irons, me an' you kin, an' mebbe we can git a boat to hunt ducks in, an' some of them fish-poles what breaks all in pieces an' you carry 'em under your arm.