Friendsome

Everyone outside my mother called father Eben. Father looked up and smiled. He and Miss Bet had been terrible friendsome ever since the day when, as a tiddleliwinkie snip o' a child [...]

He was long-married hisownself, real friendsome, and his smile wasn't aimed at me, it was to match my own.

[…] maybe Yanagi b'liefed us an' maybe he din't, but he bartered us fungusdo' for rockfish an' warned us Waimea Town weren't so friendsome as it'd been once, nay, Kona say-soed'n'knucklied ficklewise an' you cudn't guess their b'havin's.