I got rid of the signs of my work, and dropped the blanket and hid my saw, and pretty soon pap come in.
Pap warn't in a good humor--so he was his natural self.

He said he was down town, and everything was going wrong.

His lawyer said he reckoned he would win his lawsuit and get the money if they ever got started on the trial; but then there was ways to put it off a long time, and Judge Thatcher knowed how to do it.

And he said people allowed there'd be another trial to get me away from him and give me to the widow for my guardian, and they guessed it would win this time.

This shook me up considerable, because I didn't want to go back to the widow's any more and be so cramped up and sivilized, as they called it.