The Grinder Papers — page 114: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 109 NUMBER FOURTEEN. CHARITY VISITS THE HOPKINS BARKERS. Miss Scribbles to hum? Hain’t, hey? Why, what a ever- lastin’ fib! I see her peekin’ over the hand-rail. How de du, Partheny? Reckon you didn’t expect to see me. Here’s your gal sayin’ you ain't tu hum. | Land o’ liberty! what a time I’ve hed tu find ye. York folks is the greatest hands for never knowin’ nobody. I went intu the groceryman and axed him did he know a writerman by the name o Scribbles. Hed a wife with red hairand-a awful humbly face, and was kinder scraggy. Thought to be sure they'd know ye, seein’ writin’ is sech a poor business and you’d be apt tu owe ’em suthin’. But they didn’t. Shouldn’t ha’ got here as I knows of ef it hadnt a bin for @his here good little boy. Give him tenpence for fetchin’ me, Partheny; I told him how’t you would. I thought he must be yourn at fust, on account o’ his bustin’ out tu the knees and elbers. | Why should your children be ragged? Why, ye needn't fire up so! It’s'a awfu thing tu hev a bad.temper. Ye know writin’ folks like Mr. Scribbles don’t never make no money. Gomicboo cS €oO