"Ah, we blokies kin lick d' hull damn Row," said a child, swaggering. Chapter I, p. 129.

"Ah," cried Jimmie, "shut up er I'll smack yer mout'. See?" Chapter 2, p. 131

"...When I come home nights I can't git no rest 'cause yer allus poundin'a kid. Let up, d'yeh hear? Don't be allus poundin' a kid." Chapter 2, p. 132.

"Eh, child, what is it dis time? Is yer fader beatin' yer mudder, or yer mudder beatin' yer fader?" Chapter 2, p. 134.

"My home reg'lar livin' hell! Why do I come an' drink' whisk' her thish way? 'Cause home reg'lar livin' hell!" Chapter 3, p. 135.

"Dat Johnson goil is a putty good looker." Chapter 5, p. 142.

"Say, Mag, I'm stuck on yer shape. It's outa sight," he said, parenthetically, with an affable grin. Chapter 6, p. 144.

"...Why don' yeh come home earlier? Been loafin' 'round d' streets. Yer getting' t' be a regular devil." Chapter 6, p...