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When a lady goes to smilin ' over the telephone , an ' tellin ' the butcher that she do n't know one cut from another but she 'll trust him to send her a nice piece , you kin count on it she 's goin ' to git a gristle . Compliments an ' smiles may git some things , but it takes rowin ' an ' back-talk to git a good beefsteak ! '' `` I think I 'll send you to the grocery to-day , Myrtella , -- it -- it may rain . '' `` It ai n't goin ' to rain before noon , '' Myrtella said authoritatively , in a tone that indicated her intention of stopping it immediately if it showed any intention of doing so . `` It 'll do you good to git out and walk a spell . '' Miss Lady shook her head . `` Well , then you better let me send Bertie down here , he 's makin ' a awful racket in the nursery an ' his pa 'll be after him soon . ''