The Grinder Papers — page 221: what you’re looking at

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216 THE GRINDER PAPERS. —_ There was more talk about the cats and things arter that, and then some about the high prices, and when they d come down. ‘Peas is exorbiant,” sez Miss Butler, ‘‘and as fur grass, you'd be astonished tu know how much it comes tew, and I’m sure they only put a quart in their half pecks nowadays.” ‘<T should think so,” sez I. ‘‘You must be cheated awful, Miss Butler; the taters didn’t more’n go round once.” She turns up her nose, and speaks to the waiter gal, and she fetched in the pie—about tew inches tew each head of boarders, and a fork as big as a pitchfork to pick it up with. The perfesser made tew bites o’ his’n, but the doctor jest swal- lowed his at one. He eats purty quick, because he’s in a hurry tew get back tew his room, on account o a book on the causes 0’ dispepsy he’s writin’. Well, he hurried off, but Mr. Brown, Esq., and the Peete lingered tew the last. We'd left the table, and I was lookin’ out o' the windy, when I heerd the fust-named gentleman say: ~ ‘“«Perfesser, may I hev a moment o conversation with you ?” ‘‘Sartainly, sir,” sez the perfesser, and in a minute I began to guess what was goin’ on. s Iseen ‘em go tew the balcony, and I follered. Natrally I was obliged tew wait a minute before I concealed myself in the curtings, so I lost the -fust o’ the conversation. “But I heerd enough, as it was. The fust words I remember was these : ‘You agree then, sir?” comicbooks.com