Mebby you-all kin help we uns to pay the band." "What?
Do you have a band up here ?" wondered Anne.
"Uh-huh--fiddle and er banjer, and the feller that plays the banjer kin tear more music out o' it and stomp on the floor harder'n any other perfesser in the mountains.

Better come if Paw ain't run you-all out befo' then." "Don't worry, little one.

Paw won't run this outfit out just yet," replied Hippy.
"I dunno, I dunno.

Ain't no tellin' 'bout Paw.

Bye." Julie pushed a mass of hair from her forehead, gave her head a jerk to settle the hair more firmly in place, then, turning on her heel, walked away without once turning her head.
"With a stomach like his, 'Paw' should have been in France fighting the Boches," observed Emma Dean solemnly.