"Yes, to mommer and popper!" This from the farmer.
"Shet up, you, Josiah! How do you know she wants to go to them folks! There, dearie, is your head hurt?"
Dorothy only moaned and closed her eyes again.
"Heven't you got a drop of anything? Not even a peppermint? I told you not to eat them all at a gullup," growled the woman. "I never saw the like of you fer gluttonin', Josiah!"
"And I never saw the beat of you fer growlin'. How do you feel, missy?"
"Will—you—shet—up? Josiah Hobbs! Don't you see she's sleepin' like a babe?"
"And do you think it's her? The one from the sanitation?"
"Shet up!"
"And there's a lot of money in that. Well, we need it."
Mrs. Samanthy Hobbs simply pulled the farmer's long shaggy beard that bobbed up and down, goat fashion. Her "shet-ups" seemed exhausted.