"Never you be adopted by rich folk, Penn," he said in the cars, "or I'll take 'n' break this checker-board over your head.

Ef you forgit your name agin--which is Pratt--you remember you belong with Salters Troop, an' set down right where you are till I come fer you.

Don't go taggin' araound after them whose eyes bung out with fatness, accordin' to Scripcher.".