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The Attache

CHAPTER XI
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I felt sorry for her, too, but sorrow won't always keep you from larfin', unless you be sorry for yourself.

So as I didn't want to offend her I ups legs agin to the jam, and shot my eyes and tried to go to sleep.
"Well, I can snooze through most any thin', but I couldn't get much sleep that night.

The pigs kept close to the door, a shovin' agin it every now and then, to see all was right for a dash in, if the bears came; and the geese kept sentry too agin the foxes; and one old feller would squake out "all's well" every five minuts, as he marched up and down and back agin on the bankin' of the house.
"But the turkeys was the wust.

They was perched upon the lee side of the roof, and sometimes an eddy of wind would take a feller right slap off his legs, and send him floppin' and rollin' and sprawlin' and screamin' down to the ground, and then he'd make most as much fuss a-gettin' up into line agin.

They are very fond of straight, lines is turkeys.


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