They're a damn nuisance, anyways, ask me about it." He was looking out of the corner of his eye at Annie, witnessing her wrath.
"The gall of you!" exclaimed Annie, red of face and with snapping eye.
"Oh, they're damn nuisances, are they?
Well, then, I'll tell you.

I fixed your socks up last night for you.

Holes?
Gee! Me setting in there by a bum lamp that you had to strike a match to see where it was.
Never again! You can go plumb to, for all of me, henceforth and forever." "I ain't never going to wear them socks again," said Wid calmly.

"I'm a-going to keep them socks for soovenirs.

Such darning I never have saw in my born days.