Stay in a little bit, Cinthy.

There's many a good tune left in an old fiddle.

How can folks live in a big fine house like that, and let a poor starving widow and her youngin live in a place like this right outside their gate?

You just go for a swim in the Seamen Pond and take along a cake of your granny's lye soap and a nice stiff brush.

Granny, the Fenwick's ain't got a lock, stock, and barrel to move in with.

Miss Drysdale and the Withered Fenwick is having a real cat fight in the front hall.

No, neither would I. We got a dandy pond all made out of cement, nice clean water in it, too.

But it just ain't right for us to have so much stuff and to let them live here in a place like this.