Which is the kind that gets the biggest piece of pie at the lunch counter and fergits to thank the girl as cuts it big.
She was setting in front of a table, twisting her fingers together, and he was walking up and down.

I seen he was mad and trying not to show it, and I seen he was scared of the smallpox and trying not to show that, too.

And jest about that time something happened that kind o' jolted me.
They was one of them big chairs in the room where they was that has got a high back and spins around on itself.

It was right acrost from me, on the other side of the room, and it was facing the front window, which was a bow window.

And that there chair begins to turn, slow and easy.
First I thought she wasn't turning.