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 “Josh bach, there's good you are to call, man. Do you take this bucket of wash to the old pigs, and ask Madlen Tybach to come over and milk the cow on your way home.” “My sister Betti, for what you do not know that the wages of sin is death?” said Joshua.

“Don’t you get savage, Josh. Am I not making myself look pretty for to see Gwylim’s father and mother tomorrow?” “Pretty! This too on the eve of the Sabbath! Is not a pretty woman a snare to the godly? Look you at Potiphar’s wife now.”

“Josh, indeed to goodness, what a talkist you are!” “Dear me, what will Priscila say when I tell her? But then Priscila is content to stand where the little Big King has placed her—an angel ministering to me and my children.”