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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 203 Out comes suthin’, Melindy kicks like mad. ~ Sez she, ‘‘It ain’t right yet.” ‘Must be,” sez he. And, come tu see it, it wasn’t. So Tiffany plants it back and pulls. This time ‘twas the right one, but only the top. He looks in, and sez he, ‘‘ Well, that’s all right.” Sez she, ‘‘It aches worse.” ‘‘Well,” semhe, ‘‘you see there ain’t nuthin’ tu ketch hold of; so I’ve got tu leave the root. The tooth is out—it’s only the root is there. Put hops tu your face, and I reckon you won't hev no trouble.” ‘‘T hope not,” sezshe. ‘‘ Well, now, what du you tax?” — ‘‘Well,” sez Tiffany, ‘‘seein’ it’sa friend o’ Cousin Charity’s, I'll do it cheap. I’ve extracted three teeth—that’s six dollars; and then a dollar a piece fur puttin’ the two you changed your mind about back—that’s eight.” Melindy paid it, and wenthum. That night she had the aw- fulest fit o’ neuralogy in the head, groaned and shrieked, and they had tu send fur the doctor. He gin her lots o’ medicine, and bled her. Didn't du no good, though, and there she laida week, most out of her mind. Seemed as ef she was a-goin’, she suffered so. She wouldn't let no one come near her mouth, and couldn’t eat nuthin’, Well, seein’ she was so bad, they sent for most o’' the relation- ships, and ‘mongst ‘em came Aunt Peggy, from Prattsville. Gomicboo cS co