"Dat's wrong," said Dick Ford, noticing that Gregory had written the last words thus: "rite 1 ter rite 2." "She don't want no figgers."
"What did she say 'em fur, den?" asked Gregory.
"Now, Greg'ry," said Aunt Matilda, "put down dis:
"'I don't want to make no trouble, and I wouldn't do nothin' to trouble dem chillen; but Ise been a-waitin' a good long while now, and I been thinkin' I'd better write an' see 'bout it.'"
"What you want to see 'bout?" asked Aunt Judy, quickly.
"Neber you min' what it is," replied Aunt Matilda. "Go on, you Greg'ry, and put down:
"'Dat money o' mine was reel money, and when I put it in, I thought I'd git it back ag'in afore dis.'"
"How much was it, Aunt Matilda?" asked Uncle Braddock, while Aunt Judy opened her eyes and her mouth, simply because she could not open her ears any wider than they were.
"Dat's none o' your business," replied Aunt Matilda. "Now put down:
"'I 'spect dem telegram fixin's cost a lot o' money, but I don't 'spect it's jist right to take all an ole woman's money to build 'em.'"