I went to the door--thinkin' 'twas a peddler, you know; had this old suit on, all sloshed up with soapsuds and water, and a wet rag in my hand; and there she stood, styled up like the Queen of Sheby.

Well, sir! I'll leave it to you if 'tain't enough to surprise anybody.

HER! comin' HERE!" "That wan't any reason why you should behave like a natural born--" "Hold on! you let me finish tellin' Roscoe.

'Good afternoon,' says she.
'Is Mrs.Paine in ?' Said it just like that, she did.

I was so flustered up from the sight of her that I didn't sense it right off and I says, 'What ma'am ?' 'Is Mrs.Paine in ?' says she.