One night when I've been there more'n a week, and am getting kind o' tired staying in one place so long, I don't want to go to bed after I eats, and I gets a-holt of some of the perfessor's cigars and goes into the lib'ary to see if he's got anything fit to read.

Setting there thinking of the awful remarkable people they is in this world I must of went to sleep.

Purty soon, in my sleep, I hearn two voices.

Then I waked up sudden, and still hearn 'em, low and quicklike, in the room that opens right off of the lib'ary with a couple of them sliding doors like is onto a box car.

One voice was a woman's voice, and it wasn't Miss Estelle's.
"But I MUST see them before we go, Henry," she says.
And the other was a man's voice and it wasn't no one around our house.
"But, my God," he says, "suppose you get it yourself, Jane!" I set up straight then, fur Jane was the perfessor's wife's first name.
"You mean suppose YOU get it," she says.