“ She! She never licks anybody⁠—whacks ’em over the head with her thimble⁠—and who cares for that, I’d like to know. She talks awful, but talk don’t hurt⁠—anyways it don’t if she don’t cry. Jim, I’ll give you a marvel. I’ll give you a white alley!”

Jim began to waver.

“White alley, Jim! And it’s a bully taw.”

“My! Dat’s a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I’s powerful ’fraid ole missis⁠—”

“And besides, if you will I’ll show you my sore toe.”