And then Isaiah, with his customary knack of saying the wrong thing, tossed a brickbat into the puddle of general satisfaction.
"That's so," he said; "that's so, Mary-'Gusta.

You can keep it all your life, and when you get to be an old woman and married and have grandchildren then you can give it to them." Captain Shadrach, who had taken up his napkin preparatory to tucking it under his chin, turned in his chair and glared at the unconscious steward.
"Well, by the jumpin' fire!" he exclaimed, with conviction.

"The feller is sartinly possessed.

He's lovesick, that's what's the matter with him.
All he can talk about is somebody's gettin' married.

Are YOU cal'latin' to get married, Isaiah ?" "Me?
What kind of fool talk is that ?" "Who's the lucky woman ?" "There ain't no lucky woman.