Sez she to me, 'Adam, you will give up the weed for me, won't you ?' An' sez I, 'Why, to be sartin sure, I will,' meanin' of course, while I was courtin'.

Then she answered, 'Well, he's a Christian an' a churchgoer an' you ain't, but if he was the Angel Gabriel himself, Adam, an' was a chawer, I wouldn't marry him.

The men may make their habits, Adam,' she said, 'but it takes the women to break 'em.' Lord! Lord! durin' that courtin' season my mouth would water so for a wad of tobaccy that I'd think my tongue was goin' to ketch fire." "I shouldn't like to have stood in yo' shoes when you began agin," remarked Betsey Bottom.
"Oh, she larned, she larned," chuckled the elder, knocking the ashes out of his pipe on the hearth and then treading them under his boot.

"'Tis amazin' what a deal of larnin' women have to do arter they're married." "If they'd done it befo' thar's precious few of 'em that would ever set foot into the estate!" retorted Betsey.

"Thar ain't many men that are worth the havin' when you git close up to 'em.