"Oh, won't I be glad to see him!" "You don' get dem kin' of mans on de beeg cities," said Poleon.

"I ain' never care for preachin' much, an' dese feller w'at all de tam' pray an' sing t'rough de nose, dey mak' me seeck.

But Fader Barnum--Ba Gar! She's the swell man." "Do you know," said Necia, wistfully, "I've always wanted him to marry me." "You t'inkin' 'bout marry on some feller, eh ?" said the other, with an odd grin.

"Wal! w'y not?
He'll be here all day an' night.

S'pose you do it.