Jimminy crickets

"It hed seven rooms and he ruffed it all over, sides an’ all. / [“Roofed the sides?”] / Thet’s what,—kivered the hull biz with shingles clean down to the ground—an’, Jimminy Crickets! the number o’ little balc’nys, an’ gables, an’ dormant winders, an’ porches thet stuck all over it, was a caution to see."

"“Don’t swear so, John. What if you should be struck dead with such horrid oaths on your lips!” said his wife soothingly. “Swear so? Jimminy crickets, by all that’s great I’m not swearing; but I am going to express my opinion of this confounded, nine cornered bazoo of a blamed rickety infernal bit of stove pipe—” Exit the wife with her hands over her ears."