Peas and rice

He said, “Lord, Jesus Christ, peas and rice. That is what Bill is always wantin’—money! money! money!” He give me the money and put me back on the black hoss and sent me home.

Aunt Polly nodded. “[…] Jesus Christ, peas and rice! They don't tell their heads from their foots. The big hat, he run like Old Scratch after him.”

I hear him say, “We have to fight for our life, boys, more desperately than at Shiloh and Vicksburg. What is called for here is loyalty, courage, and grim determination.” ¶ “Well, peas and rice,” Little Bit says. “It’s just getting good. What is it now?”