“What I hope is they ain’t going to have one of them new-fangled garbage cans that’s buried in the ground, them ones with heavy iron lids. Why, they’re downright dangerous, oughtn’t to be allowed.”
“Well, it’s high time there were new Folks in the Big House, high time, and I do hope they’re planting Folks, not shiftless like the last ones. Three years now since there’s been a good garden on this place.”
″‘Naow Mollie, don’t take on so,’ consoled Uncle Analdas. ‘Ain’t no sense to it. Why with that bumpity, twisty driveway full of holes like it is, couldn’t no dingblasted movin’ van make speed enough to danger a box turtle.‘”
″...she cried, ‘Moving vans,’ and burst into tears. She threw her apron over her head and wept for some time, demanding that Little Georgie be confined to the burrow on the morrow until all danger was past.”
″‘Now my dear,’ said Father, ‘do try to adopt a more optimistic attitude. This news of Georgie’s may promise the approach of a more felicitous and bountiful era.‘”