“Well, ther’ ain’t no sense in it. A body might stump his toe, and take pison, and fall down the well, and break his neck, and bust his brains out, and somebody come along and ask what killed him, and some numskull up and say, ‘Why, he stumped his toe .’ Would ther’ be any sense in that? No. And ther’ ain’t no sense in this , nuther. Is it ketching?”

“Is it ketching ? Why, how you talk. Is a harrow catching⁠—in the dark? If you don’t hitch on to one tooth, you’re bound to on another, ain’t you? And you can’t get away with that tooth without fetching the whole harrow along, can you? Well, these kind of mumps is a kind of a harrow, as you may say⁠—and it ain’t no slouch of a harrow, nuther, you come to get it hitched on good.”