Read it through once

“Don’t you give me none o’ your lip,” says he. “You’ve put on considerable many frills since I been away. I’ll take you down a peg before I get done with you. You’re educated, too, they say—can read and write. You think you’re better’n your father, now, don’t you, because he can’t? _I’ll_ take it out of you. Who told you you might meddle with such hifalut’n foolishness, hey?—who told you you could?”