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@ THE GRINDER PAPERS. 215 anybody she kin get, and wants tu keep the hull o’ their inten- tions for herself. ‘Things hed gone on in this here way a considerable time, when one day we sot down tu dinner as usual, and got a-talkin o’ the weather. “‘Amazin’ cold for this time o’ the year,” sez the perfesser. , “Very,” sez the doctor. “Good nights fur sleepin’,” sez Mr. Brown, Esquire. “Sleep, " sez the perfesser. ‘‘ There's no sleep, cold or warm, fur the cats. Minute I retire,” sez he, ‘‘tew seek kind Natur’s sweet disturber, that minute they begin tu howl.” ‘“‘It is awful!” sez Miss Butler, puttin’ in her oar. ‘‘ Poor Miss Jennings and famerly didn’t rest at all, they say.” ‘It's infamous!” sez the perfesser, handing round the bread. There was tew dishes on the table, and it so happened, jest as he handed me his’n, Mr. Brown, Esquire, handed me one from the other side. Now I was in a diplomy—you may imagine, Ef I took the perfesser’s, why, nat’rally, I’d offend Mr. Brown, Esquire. ‘‘La,” sez I, my heart palpitatin’, though I strove tu conceal — it. ‘‘La! I’m forehanded fur bread—dunno which tew take.” ‘‘Mine is the nearest,” sez the perfesser. «So it air,” sez I, and helped myself. ‘‘Obligated all the same tu you, Mr. Brown, Esq.,” sez I. He looked smilin’, but I knowed how’t he hed a command oO countenance, and was able fur tu dissimerlate. Gomicboo “S €oO m