“Go ahead; what are your promises?”
“I sot down, ... lookin him square in the face.”
“Well,” says I, smilin, “the fust promis is that you sleep in the same bed I do to-nite.”
At that I laffed out loud. Jobe he did, too. Then says I:
“The second promis is that you will listen without commentin until I tell it all.”
Jobe he studied.
“Do you promis?” says I, girlish like.
“Yes, I promis,” says he; “go ahead.”
“You promis to sleep in the same bed you have for these nigh onto thirty-five years?”