And your eyes--turn around, won't you, so I kin remember what color your eyes is.

I sort of forgot, but they ain't much.

Not that I care about it.

Women is nothing in my young life." "Huh! you're eighty if you're a day." "It's the way I got my hair combed." Extending a strong right arm she pushed him off the end of the saw horse.

He rose, dusting his trousers calmly.