"And if you ever spill it, your mail will be sent to you at the hosp't'l, for a spell.

You saw that big dark sable collie I had you steer into Stall Five?
It cost me another two dollars to get Abrams to let me have the use of that stall.

The idea come to me, in a jolt, first crack of thunder I heard.

Well, I'm due to 'get' that dog and the mucker who owns him, too.

Them and I had a run-in, once; and I been honing for a chance to square things, ever since.