"'Deed an' it did, sah, jest to de letter. 'Scuse me, but did I understan' you to say, sah, dat you knowed all about dat ting for a long time back dat it would happen?"
"Why, yes, quite a while, uncle," I replied.
"Mout it a ben as much as a yeah, sah?"
"Oh, two of them I'm certain," I replied, carelessly.
"Dat am shore a powerful queer ting," said the old man, scratching his head in perplexity as I rode on, "case, you see, sah, dem chickens waunt eben hatched den, and yet you knowed it all. Powerful strange."
I might have talked all week and that old fellow would never have understood.
I like to go househunting with my wife.
Of course we keep on living in the same place, but then she has a periodical desire to better our condition.
The last time we were out a relative of hers who has always lived in Jersey, mistress of her own lawn and with plenty of room to swing a cat in her house, accompanied us.