I'd rather eat sand down here than the finest mug my steward can cook.

Tell you what I'll do, though; I'll swear off on the cranberries if you'll give me a four-inch slice of that pie I saw you put in the oven.

Dried-apple, I'll bet my sou'wester.

Think you might ask a feller to sit down.

Ain't you glad to see me ?" Mrs.Coffin pulled forward one of the kitchen chairs.