Samson, sprinkle another spadeful of manure on that bridal-wreath bush over thar by the porch." "Won't you say you're pleased ?" "I ain't pleased, Abel, an' I ain't going to lie about it.

When I git down on my knees to-night, I'll pray harder than I ever prayed in my life that you'll come to yo' senses an' see what a laughing-stock that gal has made of you." "Then I wish I hadn't told you." "Well, I'd have knowed it anyhow--it's burstin' out of you.

Where're you goin' now?
The time's gittin' on toward dinner." "For my axe.

I want to cut a little timber." "What on earth are you goin' to cut timber at this hour for ?" "Oh, I feel like it, that's all.

I want to try my strength." Going into the kitchen, he came out a minute later with his axe on his shoulder.