"I swan," sez I, "I'd a'most forgot tu ask what you wanted tu see me for."
I snum, it seemed as if the maple leaves I'd been a talking of had been flung, a hull swad on 'em into her face, she turned so red; but afore she could speak I heard that chap a comin agin; so I made her a low bow, but sudden, like a jack-knife opened and shet in a hurry, and I cut for the sloop agin.
Your dutiful son,
Jonathan Slick.
[LETTER XXX.]
The Gambling House—Jonathan is taken in with Cards.
Dear Par:
I've tried to write tu you agin and agin since my t'other letter, but I felt so dreadful bad, there was no makin it out, all I could du. I've been dreadful sick, and about the darndest melancholy critter that ever sot up an eend in bed.