“Then,” says he, “if folks that know ’em f-figger they wouldn’t be together, it’s sort of f-f-funny to find ’em hobnobbin’, hain’t it?”
“Why,” says I, “I calc’late it is.”
“And them b-bein’ politicians, it’s f-funnier ’n ever,” says he.
“To be sure,” says I.
“Politicians,” says he, “is said to be s-s-slippery.”
“My dad says so.”
“Then,” says he, “l-lookin’ at this from all sides, a man up a t-tree would figger them fellers was up to somethin’, eh?”
“Shouldn’t wonder,” says I, “but what of it?”
“And they’ve s-sneaked off and hid to talk,” says he to himself.
“None of our business,” says I.