The Grinder Papers — page 110: what you’re looking at

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4 THE GRINDER PAPERS. 105 begun passin’ around plum sass and ginger-cake, and we all had a good-sized slice. They don’t shave cake like chipped beef tu Miss Lowery’s, as most Yorkers du. The Freedman young woman was tu the table. Miss Lowery don’t consider color no objection, and I noticed she didn't eat the cake very hearty. For that matter I didn’t myself—seemed tu me it had a curus taste. Purty soon one o the young us— I'd noticed he’d eat most—begun to yell. ‘‘What’s the matter, pet?” sez his ma. ‘“Tummick ake,” sez he. He can’t but jist talk, and before he'd said it, Miss Lowery turned the color o’ chalk and rushed out>o’ the room. That commeced it, and in ten minutes the hull of us was an sick as if we'd been tu the middle of the oshin in a storm. ‘“‘We're pisoned!” sez I, the minute I could find breath tu speak. ‘‘ There ain't a doubt on’'t, Miss Lowery!” ‘Sez she, ‘‘I know it, Miss Grinder, and I’ve sent for the doc- tor. For a wonder, poor Hanner ain't sick.” ‘“‘Weonder?” says I. ‘‘No, Miss Lowery, it ain’t no wonder, for she’s pisoned me. She was forever pokin’ her nose into that cake while I was makin’ it, and she’s done it.” “‘Tt's all your prejudice,” says Miss Lowery. But she hadn’t time to say much, for she turned worse just then, and by the time the doctor came the house looked like a hospital. Some was on sofys, and some on the floor, and I was in a big arm- cheer. | The minute I saw him I screeched out: - Eomichboo cS