I can help him fight if the big kids in the fifth grade goes to picking on him.

I'm just potty in their hands.

Nope, no one by that name working for OK Oil.

You mind if I look?

Well, no, go right ahead.

I'm bound and determined to find the rascal that trifled with the affections of my sweet, innocent, helpless baby girl.

Ma!

Jet Green, I thought I told you to stay in the buggy.

I seen Jasper DePue coming.

Here?

Yes, sir.

Oh, well, thank goodness we got Mr. Brewster to protect us.

Oh, there he is.

Mr. Brewster throwed his arms around me.

I'd help me in his strong embrace.

What's an embrace, Pa?

Well, that's when folks kind of twine their arms around one another.

You mean like wrestling?

It's sort of like wrestling, except they ain't mad.

It's like wrestling for fun.