"You know she ain't." "Well--er--maybe she ain't, generally speakin'.

I cal'late 'twas that Bacheldor brat that was responsible; but just the same I ain't goin' to have it happen any more.

Mary-'Gusta, if you and that consarned--what's-his-name--Jimmie--go into that parlor again, unless Isaiah or one of us are with you, I--I--by the jumpin' Judas, me and Zoeth won't let you go to the Sunday school picnic.

There! I mean that and so does Zoeth.

Shut up, Zoeth! You do mean it, too.