1 When we got home, Ma was out in the stable with a sackful of sugar smoothing him down and doing it mighty well, too.
2 Without sugar or cream it was bitter as gall, for the sorghum used for "long sweetening" did little to improve the taste.
3 If for no other reason she hated the Yankees because they kept her from having real coffee with sugar and thick cream in it.
4 With young girls and young married women, you slopped over with sugar and kissed them every time you met them, even if it was ten times a day.
5 There was an open barrel of cornmeal on the floor, a small sack of flour, a pound of coffee, a little sugar, a gallon jug of sorghum and two hams.
6 Why, she'd had a letter from him a week before you went to Atlanta and he was sweet as sugar about her and talked about how they'd get married when he got a little more money ahead.
7 The Wilkeses, the Calverts, the Tarletons, the Fontaines, all smiled when the small figure on the big white horse galloped up their driveways, smiled and signaled for tall glasses in which a pony of Bourbon had been poured over a teaspoon of sugar and a sprig of crushed mint.
8 She could be unexpectedly sweet and thoughtful, having his slippers toasting at the fire when he came home at night, fussing affectionately about his wet feet and interminable head colds, remembering that he always liked the gizzard of the chicken and three spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee.
9 If he could make as much money out of government contracts, he would say, picking out with his eyes those who had government contracts, then he would certainly abandon the hazards of blockading and take to selling shoddy cloth, sanded sugar, spoiled flour and rotten leather to the Confederacy.