Yuh might take your soogans and ride ove' there tomorrow or next day and ketch 'em.
I'll write a note to Chip and tell 'im what's to be done.

And while you're pickin' your bunch you can draw wages just the same as ever, and help them double-dutch blisterin' milk-fed pilgrims with the calf crop." "We'll sure do that," promised Weary for the bunch.

"We can start in the morning, all right." "Take a taste uh this wine.

None of your tobacco-juice stuff; this comes straight from Fresno.

Senator Blake sent it the other day.