“Hear that, Polly?” I says.
No answer.
“Me-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow,” says my friend outside.
“Hear that, Polly?” I says, for there warn’t no fun in putting up with all the noise yourself, when there was some one else in the room to take half share. “Polly,” I says, giving her a nudge, “hear that?”
“Eh!” she says; “what say?”
“Hear that?” I says.
“Yes,” she says; “what?”
“Why, you were asleep,” I says.
“That I’m sure I warn’t,” she says.
“Well, then, did you hear that?” I says.