Annabel was in t'other day and she said folks thought 'twas queer enough our lettin' a thirteen-year-old child run our store for us." "She did, eh?
She's jealous, that's what ails her.

And to think of HER sayin' it.

That Annabel's all brass, like a ship's spyglass.

By the jumpin' Judas! I'm proud of that showcase and I'm proud of Mary-'Gusta.
She don't make many mistakes: I can't remember of her makin' any." "Neither can I, not even in neckties.

There, there, Shadrach! I know you.