Miss P.—We won’t argue the matter, Jacob. I asked you what you said to Johnny.
Jake—I was jest a tellin’ him thet you was more politer than him, that’s all.
Miss P.—Indeed! We will rehearse now, for this evening.
Sammy—Be n’t we a goin’ ter trim that ere tree?
Patty—We brung a heap o’ popcorn, Teacher, all strung.
Betsey—And we’ve made paper chains, ’n tied up a lot o’ but’nuts in colored paper.
Peter—’N ma’s made doughnuts ’n tied ’em up in blue ribbing.
Sammy—Please can’t we trim it fust?
Miss P.—No indeed, you must all rehearse your parts first.
Jacob—Can’t we lug it in?