"Don't suit most folks 'at ain't inclined to dig into it."
Then Pen's mother spoke up.
"Now, father," she said, "you know Pen's done a man's work since he's been here, and he's never whimpered about it. And it isn't quite fair for you to insinuate that he's been lazy."
"I ain't insinuatin' nothin'," replied the old man, doggedly. "I ain't findin' no fault with what he's done sence he's been here; I'm just gittin' at what he thinks he's goin' to do." He turned again to Pen. "Made up yer mind to go, hev ye?"
"Yes, grandpa."
"When?"
"Next Monday morning."
"Wuther I'm willin' or no?"
"I want you to be willing."
"I say, wuther I'm willin' or no?"