I suppose you wrop things around your feet in the winter time, like the Rooshians in the factory.

Say, you're every way the grandest little man that ever lived alone by hisself! Well, here's where you'll get your chance to be left alone again." "You ain't gone yet," said Wid calmly.
"What's the reason I ain't, or won't be ?" "Well," said Wid Gardner, reaching down for a straw and moving slowly over toward a saw horse that stood in the yard, "like enough I won't let you go." "What's that you say ?" demanded Annie scoffingly.

None the less she slowly drew over to the end of another saw horse and seated herself.
"I'll go when I get good and ready." "Of course, you can't tell much about a woman first few weeks.

They put on their best airs then.

But anyways, I've sort of got reconciled to seeing you around here.