"Spec'ly since he had er gun fight with one o' them.

My gosh how them bullets did fly.

Paw got one through his stumik and had er right smart trouble with his eatin' fer two days arter that.

What you-all doin' ?" she demanded, eyeing Nora Wingate, who was making a sweater.
"Crocheting, Julie.

Knitting, perhaps you call it." "Uh-huh.