The Grinder Papers — page 230: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 225 was One o them critters that would go out—and he was so jeal- ous he allers went with her, rheumatics or not. Finally it killed him—hain’t a doubt. That ain’t the story, though. Well, the two couple wou!dn’t speak for awhile, but in a year or so they made up, and went to live in his own house-—grand- thers, I mean—away at the eend o' Peekskill. There they staid. _ Well, one night I was stayin’ with Miss Doctor Kobbles—she was a friend o’ mine—when some one flies up the steps and bangs the knocker, and sez he, when we looks out: ‘Doctor Kobbles in?” Sez Miss Kobbles, ‘‘No,” sez she. ‘‘ Where is it?” ‘*The senior Mr. Slum’s,” sez he. | ‘‘Well,” sez she, ‘‘what a pity he’s out! Tl come,” and off she went in a hurry. é A few minutes arter the bell rung agin. I went tu the door. ‘*Docter in?” sez a voice. ‘“No,” sez I, ‘‘but he’s expected. Where is it?” ““Well,” sez he, ‘‘it’s at the junior Mr. Slum's.” Sez I, ‘‘Zi/ come, and leave word for the doctor,’ ) and over I went. Well, two such handsome babies I never saw—you know ugly people is said to be handsome babies ginerally—a couple 0’ most beautiful boys. Me and Miss Kobbles dressed ’em like picters, and put ‘em side by side in the crib together. ‘‘Aint tacy like twins?” sez she. I “Indeed they are,” sez I. Eomichboo cS m