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_ THE GRINDER PAPERS. 85 I made my way up stairs as fast as I could—for I wouldn't have anybody find out what had happened for worlds—and got ~ into my own room and into my own bed, thank fortune, at last. And as I went to sleep, I was glad nobody knew it but the old bachelor, who’d be sure to say nothin’, for he must feel as bad #s me. But, lawful suz! there is times when the hull crea- tion seems agin you. I might as well hev hollered it out at once. Not knowin’ that, I went down to breakfast lookin’ as ef noth- in’ had happened, and got talkin’ to Mr. Pecksalter about York markets. | Sez I, ‘‘I hain’t seen one yet.” Sez he, ‘‘ Well, ’m goin’ to market this mornin’. Get on your things and I’ll show you what New York markets are.” So I went up to get em. There was my bonnet, but there was somethin’ that didn’t seem like my new cloak that I’d only bought the day before. It felt so funny about the arms, and was kinder tight in the skirt. I called to Miss Pecksalter. , ‘See here,” sez I, ‘‘ we hain’t changed cloaks, hev we? This don’t appear to fit.” ‘“‘Tt’s a man’s coat,” saysshe, inastonishment. ‘‘Why, what on earth have you been doin’? “Tisn’t Mr. Pecksalter’s. His is brown. Seems to me I’ve seen it before, tu. How could you change your cloak for this without knowing it?” Then she dived into a pocket, and out came a cigar-case with a name on't. ‘Land alive!” says she, reading the name; ‘‘it’s Mr. James Eomicboo cS m