 Mrs. Faraday, I was only doing me duty. Unless Michael learns to say R, he won't amount to nothing. Why, there just ain't no chance for him unless he wants to become one of them black-faced chimney sweeps. I won't be a chimney sweep, never. Oh, no. Come along, Michael. Let's go. I reckon it don't matter much how he talks if he wants to spend his time a-busting his bones climbing on the insides of chimneys.