“You decided as what you’re goin’ to say, Sam?”
“And when’ve I had time to write a speech, Rosie? It was a fool thing to do, runnin’ for Mayor. Don’t know as why I let Mr. Paladin and Old Flour-dumpling talk me into it!”
She gave a lopsided smile. “Well, Mr. Peregrin and Mr. Meriadoc, they’re all for it, too. Can’t say as they’ve not been pushin’ you as much as the Thain and the Mayor.”
“True, that. Not what most Hobbits of the Shire’d vote for me anyways. I mean, it’s not like I’m more’n a gardener, after all.”