Sophy: “Well, I’ll tell yer. I stand an’ aggrawate myself to that extent that the excitement of it gets me hungry, an’ I rushes home an’ eats me dry crust o’ bread wid an appetite.”
THE TEMPTATION TOO GREAT.
Ellen: “Why don’t you put a couple of oysters on those black eyes o’ yourn?”
Tom: “I did. I tried it twiced, but somehow I can’t never get them no furder up than my mout.”
Boy: “He kin scare us with his racket, now, Em’ly, but in a couple o’ days our stummicks will be his cemetary!”
BAD LOOKOUT FOR JOHNNY.
“Come, Mariar—come quick! Johnny Atkins is a-buyin’ a apple!”