Howsomever, I see that Josiah wuz determined, and I felt a delicacy about interferin’, knowin’ well that I had one of the relations on my own side in the house. Who wuz I, I sez to myself—who be I, to set up agin hisen? No, I never will. So the letter of acceptance wuz writ, and in less than a week’s time Peter Tweedle come.
We spozed he would bring a satchel bag with him; mebby a big one, but—good land! Josiah had to go after his baggage with the Democrat wagon. We see he had come to stay; it wuzn’t a evenescent visit, but a long campane.
We didn’t know at the time that they wuz most all musical instruments; we thought they wuz clothes.
I see a black shadder come over my companion’s face as he shouldered the fifth trunk and took it up two flights of stairs into the attick.
He had filled the bedroom and hall.
Wall, I guess Peter Tweedle hadn’t been in the house over half an hour before he walked up to the organ and asked me if it wuz in good repair.
I sez, “I guess so.”
Sez he, “How many banks of reeds is in it?”
I sez, “I don’t know.”