"You know that brook—"
"Yes, guess so. Prime place down there under the willer-tree."
"But, Tommy, that was where my sister Flaxie got 'most drowned."
"'Twas high water then; it's low water now. 'Twouldn't drown a grass'per."
"But, Tommy,—"
"Well, Pres, what you 'fraid of?"
"Ain't afraid of any thing; but my mother says—"
"O, 'fraid o' your ma'am!"
"And my father says—"