They ain't no funral uh mine, Bud.

Dave an' Lew, let 'em look after their own belongin's." "They'll have to, far as I'm concerned," said Bud.

"What would I want of a horse I can beat any time I want to run mine?
Dave must think I'm scared to ride fast, since Sunday! And Pop, I've got troubles enough without having a woman on my hands.

Are you sure Marian's gone ?" "SURE ?" Pop snorted.

"Honey, she's had to do the cookin' for me an' Jerry--and if I ain't sure--" Bud did not wait to hear him out.