That was my dream. Your Ain't Car'line makes 'em with cassia buds for flavorin'. Congress didn't vote the money to help our fightin' boys find jobs. If'n there was jobs to find, which they ain't. Now you girls just leave me to read my Bible.
Papers are full of it.
Mr. Grady's own son has gone to Dee troit. Not your muckymuck Senators. Not your Hen Ree Ford. Nor the President even. An' if the Bolshevicki ain't doin' it, it's wicked enough for them to be a-doin' it.