The Grinder Papers — page 92: what you’re looking at

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LHE GRINDER PAPERS, | 87 NUMBER ELEVEN. MISS CHARITY MEETS A POSTMASTER-GENERAL. Ever since I’ve cum down from Peekskill I’ve intended for to write to Miss Griffin. Somehow, though, I’ve gone and put it off and put it off until seemed to me I wouldn’t never do it. However, last Sunday was a week, I did sot down and give her an account of most o’ the things that I’d been through since I got to York, with the heft of what I could find out about the folks I visited, and all I reckoned about the rest—made it as in- terestin’ as I could, and put it in an envelope and directed it, s0's to have it by me Monday mornin’, when I intended to hunt up some relatives 0 mine I’d heered was come to York. Well, Monday came, and as I started out I said to Cousin Marthy, (I'm there agin a spell, ) “‘Where’s the post-office, Marthy ?” ‘‘Goin’ to put in a letter ?” says she. ~ Ves,” says I. ‘‘Oh!” says she. ‘‘Well, you needn't go to the post-office; only jest slip it into one o’ them boxes on the lamp-posts. They'll do as well.” '-Comicboo cS €o