"Where are you goin' ?" "I'm goin' to put my bill in Squire Baker's hands for c'lection, and I'm goin' to do it tonight, too." He was on his way to the door, but two or three ran to stop him.
"Don't be a fool, Obed," said Higgins.

"Don't go off ha'f cocked.

Maybe we're gittin' scared about nothin'.

We don't know but we'll get every cent that's owed us." "Don't KNOW! Well, I ain't goin' to wait to find out.

What makes me b'ilin' is to think how we've set still and let a man that we never saw afore last March, and don't know one blessed thing about, run up bills and RUN 'em up.