"An' thot I dinna know. I wantud ut so."
"But WHY did you want it so?"
"An' uz ut me thot would be answerun' a such-like question? Be
there ony mon luvun' or dead thot can answer? Who can tell the WHY
o' like? My Jamie was fair daft on buttermilk, he would drunk ut
tull, oz he said humself, hus back teeth was awash. But my Tumothy
could no abide buttermilk. I like tull lussen tull the thunder
growlun' an' roarun', an' rampajun'. My Katie could no abide the
noise of ut, but must scream an' flutter an' go runnun' for the
mudmost o' a feather-bed. Never yet hov I heard the answer tull
the WHY o' like, God alone hoz thot answer. You an' me be mortal
an' we canna know. Enough for us tull know what we like an' what
we duslike. I LIKE--thot uz the first word an' the last. An'
behind thot like no men can go an' find the WHY o' ut. I LIKE
Samuel, an' I like ut well. Ut uz a sweet name, an' there be a
rollun' wonder un the sound o' ut thot passes onderstandun'."
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