"If you had some books about coffee you could make a breakfast on 'em," I says.
Well, we stuck round there till pretty near six o'clock and talked to a lot o' different ones and ast 'em all kinds o' questions; and they answered 'em all with verses from Scripture that had nothin' to do with what we'd ast.
"We got a lot of information," says the Wife on the way back to St. Joe. "We don't know no more about 'em now than before we come."
"We know their politics," I says.
"How?" she ast me.
"From the looks of 'em," I says. "They're unanimous for Hughes."
We found Bess all alone, settin' in the lobby o' the hotel.
"Where's your honey man?" I ast her.
She turned up her nose.
"Don't call him my honey man or my anything else," she says.