"Oh, there ought to be some way a smoothin' of it over."
"Yes, Margaret, a smoothin' of it over an' a pattin' it down with a shovel."
"Oh, fur goodness sake, don't talk thatter way. It distresses me so."
"Why, jest a while ago you was fretted because I didn't treat it serious. Wush you'd sorter draw off in writin' what you want me to do."
"Don't talk thatter way. I am so anxious, an' 'specially at this time when—"
"When what?"
"When these folks air here—when that young feller is a payin' so much attention to Lou."
"Don't worry about her, Margaret. If she has to take bitter medicine, she'll do it an' smack her mouth."
"But, Jasper, he's the son of a United States Jedge."
"Wall, but thar ain't no objection to that, is there?"