“It must have been a tejus job for her to be a standin’ up there a weighin’ things as blind as a bat.”
But sez I, as I kinder come to myself, and glanced up at the little clock over the bureau:
“I am a eppisodin’, a eppisodin’ out loud, and to a greater extent than I ort to, and it is bedtime,” sez I.
Genieve looked sort o’ bewildered and strange, and said “she had enjoyed my talk,” and I dare presume to say she had, for she hain’t one to lie.
But it wuz bedtime, and I went to my own peaceful room. My beloved pardner wuz fast asleep and a dreamin’ most likely about the farm and Ury; and if he dreamed some about Philury, I didn’t care, I hain’t one of the jealous kind. And I knew his dreams would be perfectly moral and well-behaved ones anyway.
“MISERY.”