“Would you like to live in the city?”
“Sometimes yes an’ orftener no. I’d hate to leave Betty an’ the pinto.”
“What is Betty like?”
“Hev you ever hed a toothache an’ orl at onct it bust an’ stopped achin’? Well, no matter what trouble yer in, jist a sight o’ Betty’s like that.”
“She must come to visit us sometime.”
“She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.”
“Whose Jethro?”
“He’s jist the plainest gorl-darndest dorg in the worl’, but me an’ Betty thinks heaps of him, an’ Job’s lorst one eye but he’s a dandy live feather duster orl right.” Gestures and grins illuminated this earnest speech.
“Now, Clarence, recite William Tell for us.” Mrs. Crump put her hand on her son’s shoulder and turned him away from the bookcase which had been serving as a screen for the boy’s laughing countenance, “You must help Moses enjoy his visit.”
“O, that chestnut!” scornfully ejaculated Isobel.