Mrs.Pratt said nothing, but pressed him to eat.
"Come, Paw, a gill or two o' cawfee will do ye good," she said.

"Cawfee is a great heatoner," she said to Mose.

"When I'm so misorified of a moarnin' I can't eat a mossel o' bacon or pork, I kin take a gill o' cawfee an' it shore helps me much." Pratt looked around sheepishly.

"I do reckon I made a plum ejot of myself last night." "As ush'll," snapped Jennie.

"You wanted to go slicin' every man in sight up, just fer to show you could swing a bowie knife when you was on airth the first time." "Now that's the quare thing, Mose; a peacebbler man than me don't live; Jinnie says I couldn't lick a hearty bedbug, but when I git red liquor into my insides I'm a terror to near neighbours, so they say.