"Boys," says the Humane Man, "you may have that calf–he is yours on condition that he is made at once into veal–minced veal!!"

"Look at that hill, Maria; when we was children how we did roll down hills like that. Wouldn't it be fun now?"

"Lor'! Toby! we're too old and fat fer the likes of that."

"Fat nothin'! come on, let's do it?"

"Well, you go ahead, I'll foller."

"Hi! Maria, aint this glorious?–like we was children agin!?"

"I don't know, Toby, I think I'll stop!"

"Hold on, Maria; stop me!!!"

"Hold on to what, you ole fool, stop yerself!"

"Them–was–briars–Maria!!"

"Think–I'm–'s–big–fool–as–you?"

"Hol'–on–Maria–hol'–on."

"I–won't–ol'–fool!"

"Are you there, Maria?"

"What's left of me's here!"

"Hol' on tight, Maria, we may start agin any minit!"

"I wish you would, and never stop!"

"Well, you're a nice lookin' objeck, Maria."

"If I look half as bad as you, I want to die right here!"