She had three children, and they wuz awful, awful to git along with.
Her husband "wuz on the road," she said.

And we couldn't any of us really make out from what she said what he wuz a-doin' there, whether he wuz a-movin' along on it to his work, or jest a-settin' there.
But anyway she talked a good deal about his "bein' on the road," and how much better the children behaved "before he went on it." They jest rid over her, and over us too, if we would let 'em.
They wuz the awfullest children I ever laid eyes on, for them that had such pious and well-meanin' names.
There wuz John Wesley, and Martin Luther, and little Peter Cooper Schack.
Miss Schack wuz a well-principled woman, no doubt, and I dare say had high idees before they wuz jarred, and hauled down, and stomped and trampled on, by noise and confusion.

And I dare presoom to say that she had named them children a-hopin' and a-expectin' some of the high and religious qualities of their namesakes would strike in.

But to set and hear Martin Luther swear at John Wesley wuz a sight.

And to see John Wesley clench his fists in Martin Luther's hair and kick him wuz enough to horrify any beholder.