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270 THE GRINDER PAPERS. “Can't ye jest mitigate “em fur once?” sez Mr. Blinksop. ‘The children is purty sharp fur their grub. I'll give ye a quar- ter ef ye'll jest say nuthin’.” ‘“‘Come off that grass /” roars the man. So we picked up and started, the young ‘uns roarin’. We roamed about a spell, and at last we obsarved a kind o’ a summer-house. ‘Iwas painted blue, and had seats inside, and steps leadin’ up tu it. Sez Mr. Blinksop, ‘‘ There's the spot ;” and up we went. “Twas delightful, and we got out our lunch again and sot by. This time we had fairly begun tu eat wher up comes another — man dressed in gray, with white gloves. - ‘“Ef ever I see the like!” sez he. ‘‘You come down short meter. ” “Oh, law!” sez Miss Blinksop. . ‘‘Is this here wrong, tu?” b ‘Be sure it is,” sez the man. ‘‘That ther is the pavilion fur music; and I’ve seen impidence before, but never the beat 0’ this. ” Sez I, ‘‘We'll be through in half an hour; can't ye wait?” “No,” sez he. ‘I'll walk the whole bilin’ o’ ye off and lock ye upef ye don't skedaddle.” So down we come. We was purty miserable by this time; but arter a while we tound an arbor and was allowed to finish there. The rice puddin’ was sour, and the custard had wobbled over, and some how another one o’ those tobacker worms had got intu the pickles, and Mr. Blinksop come near eatin’ him by mistake, he looked so much like a cowcumber. : Mebbe he would hev hed a bite only Amazonia hollers : .