"The idea!" "Why not?
I've sold a good many there." "I don't care if you have.

You shan't sell any more.

'Twas all right when you was just a--a girl, a South Harnisser like the rest of us, but now that you're a Boston young lady, up to a fin--er--what-d'ye-call-it -- er--endin' school--" "Finishin' school, Shadrach," corrected Mr.Hamilton.
"Well, whatever 'tis; I know 'twould be the end of ME if I had to live up to the style of it.

'Anyhow, now that you're there, Mary-'Gusta, a young lady, same as I said, we ain't--" But Mary interrupted.

"Hush, Uncle Shad," she commanded.