"My friend Jeanie Forsyth is a direct descendant from the Mayflower."
"Well, so're you. Don't you know it?"
"Have we really got Mayflower blood?"
"Those old pewter spoons on the dining-room mantle, that you was examining the other day, was made from a mold that Peregrine White brought over on the Mayflower. My mother was a White, you know."
"I didn't know. I guess I don't know much about anything, Grandmother."
"Live and learn. Babies ain't born with any great amount of contrivance, nor yet much of an idea of what's what."
"I've learned a lot since I've been down here."
"You ain't so sure as you was about the way things was meant to be. At first, we're pretty sure that things was meant to be just one way, and that way the one we've picked out. After living along a while, we get to realize that the other feller has his way, too. Then we have to kinder arrange our ideas again."
"Buddy thinks I'm a snob."
"Well, what do you think?"