The Grinder Papers — page 163: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

158 THE GRINDER PAPERS. Sez I, ‘‘Sartainly.” And then I saw she was a bathin’ her feet. She had a basin and she had a bottle. It was the bottle I had diskivered, a kind o’ flat one. Sez she, ‘‘I’m ordered fur tu bathe ’em in whisky.” ‘<Qh,” sez I. “Ves,” sez she. ‘‘Tt must come expensive,” sez I. 7 ‘‘Not very,” sez she. I jest watched her. There was a tin funnel on the table, and I wondered what that was for. I didn’t wonder long; for oh, Emma Jane! when that nasty critter had bathed her feet, and wiped ’em, and put on her shoes and stockins, she jest took the funnel and put it in the bottle, and pitched the whisky through it agin. I screeched out. She laughed. : Sez I, ‘‘What air you doin’, for the love o’ goodness ?” Sez she, ‘‘I allers du it for tu save.” ‘* Allers?’” sez I. “Until it’s tu dirty,” sez she. ‘‘How often hev you changed this?” sez I. ‘‘Well,” sez she, ‘‘about ten times, I guess,” I got up and tried to go, but ‘twas tu dreadful. I keeled over, and gin myself up to spasms. She screeched and fetched the rest, and somehow in my agony o’ terror I let the hull out. I gotthe essense o’ Miss Partheny’s comicbooks.c