“I am very sorry for your misfortune,” I remarked.
“Oh, you needn’t fret abeout it, stranger. I shouldn’t a wore it much more nor three weeks longer, any how. You see I never wear my best clothes to sich places, ’cause it kind a rips them eout a leetle. I had a bet abeout you. Some feller said you was born on Long Island. I told him you wasn’t, you was born down-east.”
“You were right, Sir, I was born in one of the Eastern States.”
“There, I know’d you was, ’cause I know’d you couldn’t get along so well as you did, if you wasn’t born deown that way somewhere. Have you been in Massachusetts?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
“Been in the State of Maine?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Been in New Hampshire?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ah! Maybe you was born there? They’ve got a good many Hills.”