"Yes, d-e-a-r."
"Ah," she breathed. "Heaven must be a wonderful place."
"I g-u-e-s-s s-o, b-u-t I-m n-o-t t-h-e-r-e y-e-t."
"Well," said Farmer Corntossel, "I reckon I've done a pretty good afternoon's work."
"But all you did," commented Jud Tunkins, contemptuously, "was to sit on the fence and whittle."
"Yes; but what I whittled up was the family ouija board."
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