I think it's plumb loco, that's what!" The paddle thunked rhythmically against...

I think it's plumb loco, that's what!" The paddle thunked rhythmically against the sides of the tub, making such a din that it nearly drowned Amy out. "If you marry up with that old man, you'll be suppin' sorrow with a long spoon, mark my words."
"Tom's not so bad," Loretta murmured.
"Not so bad? He reeks! I guess maybe he's nice enough. But, Loretta, he's old enough to be your gramps! Even if his heart's in the right place, how could he raise up a young'n? He'll be six feet under before it learns to walk.