The Grinder Papers — page 86: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. D exceptthe numbers. The fun of it was they was all furnished alike, tu. It’s generally so in York—what one has t’others will hev tu—so’t youd think they was all relations. Reason ain't, I reckon, there’s so many would like to be fust folks, and ain’t quite sure how that they look around and see other folks in the same predicament, and kinder try to imitate ‘em, thinkin’, to be sure, they know, when they don’t no more than t others. It’s so with Miss Pecksalter. ’Twarn’t tu be expected she'd be up to the inquisitions 0: serciety, when her ma took in wash- in’, and was glad tu getit, tu, poor old lady. She’s gone where there ain’t no washin’, an’ things must be done up to stay so, accordin’ to the gineral idee of their whiteness. ‘Taint about poor old Miss Brownbags, however, I sot down to tell you, but about what happened to me. Miss Pecksalter was mighty polite—I never seen nobody more so—and J staid with her about a week. Toward the eend 0’ that time I went and spent an arternoon with a friend o’ mine (I'll mention more pertickeler some day) by the name of Low- ery, and as there was to be company there, I expected Id stay late. ‘If you do,” says Miss Pecksalter, says she, ‘‘take the latch- key, and you wont hev to wait for the door to be opened.” So I was very much pleased with the idee, and took it and went. I stayed where I went until about eleven, and then was seen hum. | (@) <€oim boo CS