An’ nigh screeched all the’r haids off ez they run
In ev’ry which way, ’n’ yew’d ’a’ tho’t the hull
Dum works was bust. But Bill he only grinned;
He knowed what ’Viny hed, fer he hed heerd
The pos’man’s car come chuggin’ up an’ stop
To our front gate. (Bill didn’t hev ter look,
Fer he kin sense by lis’nen’ ev’ry car
Thet goes by reg’lar—knows ’em by the’r rattle.)
“... D’ye notice, Laury, ’pears ter me like this
Envelop ’s be’n a-monkeyed with somehow;