There I was, with my sleeves rolled up and just settin' in the chair, restin' my arms a jiffy and thinkin' which window I'd wash next, when there come that knock at the door.

Thinks I, 'It's Asa Peters' daughter's young-one peddlin' clams.' That's what come to my mind fust.
That idee popped right into my head, it did." "Found plenty of room when it got there, I cal'late," snapped Dorinda.
"Must have felt lonesome." "That's it! keep on pitchin' into me.

I swan to man! sometimes I get so discouraged and wore out and reckless--hello! here's Ros.

You ask him now! Ros, she's layin' into me because I didn't understand what--" "Roscoe," broke in his wife, "I never was more mortified in all my born days.

He--" "Let me tell you all about it, Ros.