The Grinder Papers — page 218: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 213 The light was bright, and we all saw the baby give a jump, and rise up on all fours. It was naked, and as white as a ghost. I screeched, and Mr. Gulliver jest caught it in time tu save it from fallin’ tu the ground out o’ the basket. ‘‘Heavens andearth!” sez he. ‘‘It’s——” ‘“Dead?” sez I. ‘“No,” sez he. ‘‘Itain’ta babyat all. It’s a Newfoundland pup. What a confounded set of fools we have been. If everI | listen to a word a woman says, may I be shot.” Well, sure enough, it was a pup, and instead o’ turnin’ tu me, as they ought, and sayin’, ‘‘Miss Grinder, your intentions was the best, though unforeseen circumstances prevents them from succeedin’,” they sot tew apologize tu Miss Parten. I didn’t wait tu hear em; I jest turned away and proceeded home with dignitude, and tu-day I’m goin tu take up my quar- ters elsewhere. The Gullivers air not congenial, and though I wish ‘em well, I don’t enjoy myself. ecoim (@) JOOKS m