And the crampets are my closest, dearest, warmest savings account.

Come up and out of your faraway haunts and tell us the present Miss Drysdale wants.

And remember that time when we hired out and done chores and sold eggs so as we could buy a new set of teeth for the winter crabtree?

Besides, it took five fillies and 19 helpings of Granny's grits to get me up to size.

Say, do you think you could come over and pick up some of my wife's things at my house and take them over to Brentwood for me?

I asked the fellow over where I took Miss Drysdale's stuff, and he said all the department stores hires lots of extra folks at Christmas time.