That dog is so blasted stubborn.

What I’m going to say is, they think I’m a peasant or something. Imagine a peasant at second-base for the Cardinals! But that’s not the big thing. The big thing is she doesn’t want to be an acrobat or an acrobatess or whatever you call them. She can’t be. She’s ticklish.

She noursled him till years he raught.

He would go out into one of his cornfields and select a few ears of corn, the kernels of which could be barely dented with the thumb nail. These ears were converted into gritten cornbread.