The Grinder Papers — page 155: what you’re looking at

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150 THE GRINDER PAPERS. hum till twelve. Inever took nonoticeo’ it. I was a maturin, o a plan tu save him. Arter tea I told Eveliny what ‘twas, and got her tu help me. Jonathan is an amazin’ heavy sleeper when he gets a goin’— snores like a steam injin—and so I warn't afeared o’ wakin’ him. I went intu his room and I got out o’ the chest o drawers and places every livin’ article o’ rayment the deluded critter had tu his back—his shoes, and butes, and everything, only jest his dressin’-zgownd—and I packs ‘em in a crockery crate, and me and Eveliny takes it and puts it down cellar, and piles things ontu it and fixes it sot no mortal could diskiver it, and then we retired tu our peaceful slumbers, rectified by the knowledge how't we'd saved a human bein’ from the snares 0’ wickedness. Didn’t wake up until broad daylight, and then ’twas with the awfullest yellin’.. I went out, and there was Jonathan intu his dressin’-gownd and gray worsted stockin’s, and sez he: : ‘‘T’ve been robbed, Charity; I hain’t a rag! Oh, murdera- tion, what shall I du? Holler thieves! holler fire! Go and catch’em! Murder! help! Oh, Jehoshaphat!” Sez I, cool as a cucumber, ‘‘’Tis onfortunate, on this here pertickler occasion.” Sez he, ‘‘Oh, du you know where they be?” Pd ‘Where you won't find ’em,” sez I. “Qh,” sez he, ‘‘have mercy,” sez he. ‘‘ Tell me where they be,” sez he. ‘‘They’re tu be tu church tu ten.” “Ah!” sez I. ‘‘Oh,” sez he, <‘I’ll present ye with the elegantest o’ gowld comicbooks.com |