It's just the way you've throwed it ever' morning since I've knowed you here.

Move it up on the bedstead ?--First thing you know you can't." "Well," said Sim, sighing, "some folks is always making other folks feel bad.

I ain't never found fault with the way you keep house when I come over to your place, have I ?" "You ain't got the same reason for to," replied Wid Gardner.

"I ain't no angel, but I sure try to make some sort of bluff like I was human.
This place ain't human." "Now you said something!" remarked Sim suddenly, after a time spent in solemn thought.

"She ain't human! That's right." He made no explanation for some time, and both men sat looking vaguely out of the open door across the wide and pleasant valley above which a blue and white-flecked sky bent amiably.