"From what Tip says," she went on. "He was tellin' me about Earl and Alice Eliza, and Pearl and Cevery and the rest of 'em. He says it's jest a pickter to see 'em all in bed together—a perfect pickter."
"A perfect picture," said I sleepily.
"Tip must have a lovely home. Why, he tells me they have a sewin'-machine."
"Lovely," said I. "And a spring-bed."
"And a double-heater stove," said she.
"And an accordion," said I.
"And a washin'-machine," said she.
"And two hogs."
"And he tells me he's going to git her a melodium."
"Indeed," said I. "Why, I thought he was never going back."