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162 THE GRINDER PAPERS. b ‘‘No matter,” sezhe, ‘‘it will. Next place the carters charge you double, and don't come when they promise, at that. You get mixed up with folks comin’ in and the folks goin’ out get mixed up with you, and the heft o’ the things is smashed, and what ain’t smashed is lost, and you don’t hev nothin’ tu eat, and you hev tu sleep up chimbly on a mattress, and you can’t find soap or towels, or toothbrushes, and you can’t get to rights until you’ve had whitewash people and scrubbing people to _make the place sloppy, and the carpets won’t fit, and there’s no room for the bedstead.” Then he kinder groaned and stopped. Sez I, ‘‘Things sha’n’t be so this time.” Sez he, ‘‘ Bless you ef they ain't, but I don’t believe it.” Poor man! I felt tu pity him. How he needs a wife. It’s his bounden duty fur to espunge some competent person 0’ ex- perience fur to direct his household. Amandy, I must say, ain't like her pa. She don’t appreciate me. She ain’tas much obleeged fur my endeavors to sot things right as she’d orter. But I allude it to her ignorance, and pity her. I staid, though she as much as told me there warn’t no need until the fust come. We'd packed a’most everything, and we'd cleared out the base- ment fur the Jones folks, poor critters. They was movin’ where we was quittin’, because Mr. Jones hadn't only a thousand a year, and the landlord had riz their rent tu two thousand. Never felt so sorry fur nobody as I did fur her. I took lunch with her. Her brother was a sea cappen, and she had lots o’ Ecomicbook m-