You folks been cuttin' a pretty wide swath here in New York.
Think of a son of Daniel J. Bines treatin' folks like that as if they was his equals.
It was the night you and the folks went to the opera with the Oldakers.
"Thought it might be some of you folks when I saw the car," said Higbee, shaking hands all around.
Now the folks out in this part of the country have come to expect it from a man like him.
Terrible jarrin' to the nerves when folks come in and call on a sick man.
That kind of folks never do get killed; it's the decent ones.
Folks say I'm prejudiced against em; but it isn't so—I hate 'em.
It ain't made of wax nor anything else that folks ever made.
Do you believe what that man said—that folks like Dirk can go?