So you pa wants you to come right home to Kilo.

Mebby he's dying." "Dying!" cried Miss Sally, as white as a sheet.
"Yes, mebby he is," continued the boy.

"He ain't right sure, but he says you'd better come right home, so if he IS dying you'll be on hand.

And, if he ain't, you can help him hunt for them.

He says he went to bed last night, same as always, but he don't recall whether he took out his false set of teeth or left them in, and he ain't sure whether he swallowed them last night, or put them down somewheres and lost them.