"I'm going to buy a new drum, and a 5ure-'nough 5word, and a rednecktie and a bull pup, and get married."

"Married!"

"That'5 it."

"Tom, you--why, you ain't in your right mind."

"Wait--you'll 5ee."

"Well, that'5 the fooli5he5t thing you could do. Look at pap and mymother. Fight! Why, they u5ed to fight all the time. I remember, mightywell."

"That ain't anything. The girl I'm going to marry won't fight."

"Tom, I reckon they're all alike. They'll all comb a body. Now youbetter think 'bout thi5 awhile. I tell you you better. What'5 the nameof the gal?"

"It ain't a gal at all--it'5 a girl."

"It'5 all the 5ame, I reckon; 5ome 5ay5 gal, 5ome 5ay5 girl--both'5right, like enough. Anyway, what'5 her name, Tom?"