“My friends,” says the station-agent, “the drinks is on us!”
And me? Wal, I wandered ’round fer a while–like I was plumb loco. When I landed up at last, I seen somethin’ white in front of me. It was a sign, and it said, “The Lloyd Addition.”
I sit down on my little pile of stakes, and pulled out the last letter I’d got from Macie.
“Dear Alec,” it begun, “I’m so glad you got you’ land––”
I didn’t read no further. I looked off acrosst the mesquite in the direction of Briggs City. “The land ain’t no good,” I says. “And all my money’s gone.” And I laid my haid down on my arms.
Just then, outen a bunch of grass not far off, I heerd the spunky little song of a lark!
I riz up.
“Anyhow,” I says, “I’m goin’ home. Mebbe I look like a bum; but I’m goin’ back where I got some friends! I’m goin’ back where they call me Cupid!”