“No,” sez I. “I wuz only speakin' ter yer. I wuz askin' yer about dis funny grub. I ain't used ter it. It's er new graft fer me, an' it kinder hurts me face. Are yer on?”
“It's grate,” he sez. “It saved me life, an' I can't speak too much about it. Six months ago I weighed only 103 pounds, an now I weigh 104.”
“Ez much ez dat?” sez I. “I suppose in erbout six years more you'll weigh 105.”
“Sure,” sez he, “an' mebbe I'll be up ter 106.”
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“Well, old pal,” sez I, “why don't yer try my graft. I'll put er feed-bag on yer dat'll make yer look like Jim Jeffries.”
“Ah, indeed,” he sez. “Yer interest me. An' wot may dat be?”
“A big chunk uv corned beef an' cabbage, t'ree times er day, an' erbout sixteen scuttles uv slops at Barney's.”