The Grinder Papers — page 126: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 121 folks come in waggins that night, on account o’ the things they brung along. “Mong ‘em was Miss Colonel Katermount. They fetched a side 0’ bacon and a bushel o’ turnips. Me and Jona- than and them got there fust, so we nat’rally fell tu talkin’. ‘How air you all?” sez I. ‘‘ Hain’t seen ye fur an age.” ‘‘Well,” sez she, ‘‘we’re as well as kin be expected. Hev you heerd how't my married darter, Sophrony, has got a heir?” ‘A what?” sez I. ‘“A son and heir,” sez she. ‘‘ We're goin’ over there fu- night. Thought wed stop tu the party fust, and then ride out. It’s a good piece, and we calkerlate tu stay a spell; me, anyway, fur while Sophrony is shut up up stairs, ef there ain’t nobody tu watch, like as not Mr. Butterbanks will go a kissin’ the gal.” “Du tell,” sez I. ‘Well, you hain much o’ a opinion o' the men sect, Miss Colonel Katermount.” ’ sez she. ‘‘There’s se- crets in my buzzim what nobody knows on. [ain't a goin’ tu ‘‘Nobody o’ a penetratin’ mind has,’ mention ‘em; but they're in my journal, and I’ve got a brother down in York that'll publish ‘em arter my decease. Then the world will larn about what wimmin has tu bear.” , sez I. sez she. ‘*But the heft o' them that’s gifted with the snare o’ beauty, like the colonel, is alike.” ‘There's some men different from other some, ’ , ‘There may be,’ I didn't make no remark when she said that, and I went tu talk tu the rest o’ the folks I seed comin’ in. It was a pecooliar kind o’ a church—there wasn’t no sociabillitude, and on occa- sions like this here half o’ the folks stared at the other half as ef Eomicboo cS (Elo)