"Now I'll put 'em back in your wallet again.
There they are, shut up in the wallet.

Now you put the wallet in your pocket.

Now take your fish bundle under your arm.

There! now everything's settled.

You've got the fish, haven't you?
Sartin'.
Yes, and I've been paid for it, haven't I ?" The child stared at him.
"But--but--" she began.
"Now--now don't let's argue about it," pleaded Jed, plaintively.
"Argum always gives me the--er--epizootic or somethin'.