“Lend us that catalogue of firearms, Dick!”
“He’s underneath the bucket.”
“How much longer ya going to keep on?”
“I wants to get my blocks right afore breakfast.”
“Laudy! You left that rotten stinking oil on.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Yes you did! Stop it off, and put that board in the hole!”
“I tell you it’s shut off. That’s only the stink you can smell.”
“It makes me feel rotten. I shan’t want any grub.”
“Ain’t it damn hot! We shall be dead afore night.”