Dutch. So! Das ist besser.
Ben. How'd dat chile's sho't legs ebber do ten mile, anyhow?
Jerry. Pretty sandy, that!
Pepper. What did you boys run away for on Christmas Eve—weren't you afraid of missing your presents and the Christmas Tree?
Bub [between bites]. Presents? We don't get none!
Sonny. I never saw a Christmas Tree. [He grows very sleepy and leans his head against Bub, who keeps moving and letting it slip off while talking with the men.]
Dutch [horrified]. You don't effer hafe no Christmas?
Bub. No. I told you our folks is strict. My dad didn't let us go to the Christmas Tree they had at the Sunday-school, neither.
Pepper. I didn't suppose that kind of strictness was left in the country.
Bub [with conviction]. My dad's that kind of strict.