Cows milked ?" "Part of 'em." "How many left ?" "Three." "Hell! Which three ?" "Spot, and Brin, and Cherry." "_Of_ course, left the three worst ones.

I'll be damned if I milk a cow to-night.

I don't see why you play out jest the nights I need ye most." Here he kicked a child out of the way.

"Git out o' that! Hain't you got no sense?
I'll learn ye"---- "Stop that, Sim Burns," cried the woman, snatching up the child.

"You're a reg'lar ol' hyeny,--that's what you are," she added defiantly, roused at last from her lethargy.
"You're a--beauty, that's what _you_ are," he said, pitilessly.