I looked back when I got a piece away, and I seed the feller had met Doc Tinker and was pintin at my clothes and smilin. I thought I heard Doc say:
“Yes, them are the marks of prosperity the administrations of the past thirty years have scattered over the country.”
That is what I thought he said. The feller went on across the street. I dident see him smile or pint any more.
Well, we went on to accept the invitation to see the feller okepy a county office.
We clumb up them high steps, went through them big doors, past several fine rooms, till we come to the sign of that office to which he was elected.
The door was shet.
Jobe knocked, and some one inside hollered, “Come in.”
They hadent manners enough to git up and open the door for us.
In we went. It was a nice place, nicer than my spare room, and so warm and pleasant. If I could git to live there day in and day out, without payin interest money or rent, Ide do all their writin for a good deal less than what I hear they git. It is so nice.
Well, when we got in we found two men and two women settin over next to the winder, a eatin oranges and laffin. Nobody was doin nothin.