The Grinder Papers — page 147: what you’re looking at

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142 THE GRINDER PAPERS. Miss Pondicherry got up and shrugged her shoulders, and sez she : “Well, I should hev thought you'd hev known who ’twas by this time. Look at the date, and youl find that it’s 1858; and maybe youll remember your own old love letters. You wrote every one of ‘em yourself.”’ Mr. Pondicherry stared, and opened his mouth, and looked at the tops o’ the letters, and then he pitched ’em on the floor, and rushed across the room, and begun, straight before me, to hug and kiss Miss Pondicherry. Sez he, ‘‘ Forgive me!” Sez she, ‘‘ You old goose, you don’t deserve it, but I will.” Then he comes across tu me. ‘« Where shall I tell the carriage tu drive tu?” sez he. ‘What carriage?” sez I. ‘‘Mine,” sezhe. ‘‘I shall order it tu take you home; and I beg you will never enter my doors agin.” ‘‘Marsy sakes!” sez I. ‘‘Is this the way you treat me fur duin’ you a service? You'd orter be grateful to me; and, what's more, if I ain’t found nuthin’ out about Miss Pondi- 3? cherry, that ain’t tu say there isn’t nuthin’ He rings the bell, and sez he: - “Thomas, the carriage fur Miss Grinder.” And I despised him tu much tu say nuthin’. So here lam, Amandy. How's yer pa? Purty chirk? Glad tu see it. I always was a favorite o’ his’n,