It's the same programme every Sunday evening, and Jim Bardlock says Anna Belle's so worn out you wouldn't hardly know her for the blithe creature she was last year--the excitement's be'n too much for her!" Poor William Todd bent his fiery face over the table and suffered the general snicker in helpless silence.

Then there was quiet for a space, broken only by the click of knives against the heavy china and the indolent rustle of Cynthia's fly-brush.
"Town so still," observed the landlord, finally, with a complacent glance at the dessert course of prunes to which his guests were helping themselves from a central reservoir, "Town so still, hardly seems like show-day's come round again.

Yet there's be'n some shore signs lately: when my shavers come honeyin' up with, 'Say, pa, ain't they no urrands I can go for ye, pa?
I like to run 'em for you, pa,'-- 'relse, 'Oh, pa, ain't they no water I can haul, or nothin', pa ?'--'relse, as little Rosina T.says, this morning, 'Pa, I always pray fer _you_ pa,' and pa this and pa that-you can rely either Christmas or show-day's mighty close." William Todd, taking occasion to prove himself recovered from confusion, remarked casually that there was another token of the near approach of the circus, as ole Wilkerson was drunk again.
"There's a man!" exclaimed Mr.Martin with enthusiasm.

"There's the feller for _my_ money! He does his duty as a citizen more discriminatin'ly on public occasions than any man I ever see.

There's Wilkerson's celebration when there's a funeral; look at the difference between it and on Fourth of July.