Adam:
I like best a widow woman that ain't afraid to work. There's seven of us men. Me and my six brothers. Place is like a pigsty, and the food tastes worse. So I made up my mind. The next time I come to town to trade, I'll bring me back a wife.
Mrs. Bixby:
Well, that's a fine thing, I must say! Thinking you could come here and trade for a wife like she was a bag of meal.
Adam:
Oh, oh, no, ma'am. I wouldn't say that, ma'am.
Mrs. Bixby:
Let me tell you, none of our gals is going to go off to bear country with you - to cook and wash and slave for seven slummocky backwoodsmen.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:07