The Grinder Papers — page 251: what you’re looking at

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246 THE GRINDER PAPERS. NUMBER THIRTY. CHARITY SHOPS FOR AN UMBRELLA. “Got ‘ny numberillas?” Don’t I see ’em, eh? Nun o’ yer sass, young man, and don’t lag there behind the counter, but trot out and show yer goods, ef you’ve got brains enough. Let’s see yer numberillas, What du I want tu give? Land o liberty —ef ever I heerd? Catch me a-tellin’ you how much tu cheat me. What’sthe price o thishere? ‘Ten dollars? Why, ‘tain’t no size at all; a mean little short handle, and folds up flat. Hain’t got nuthin’ fur yer money when ye've took it. Thats the present style, eh? Don't tell me; I'm not tu be took in this here way. Im purtickerler about my numberillas, tu. The last I had I kep’ upwards o’ ten years. “Iwas a nice one; blue cotton, with a brass top. A young man that’s engaged tu be united intu the bonds o’ matrimony with a relationship 0’ mine, he went and lost it tua matine gh. Never gin me an- Other, neither. “I'was near about bein’ lost a spell before by my brother Jonathan. He’s a master hand to lose numberillas. He left it behind him tu Peter Squash’s folks. ‘They knowed whose ‘twas, you bet a dollar; but they jest tucked it away. comicbooks.com