There was something sort of careless in his voice, like he had jest dropped in to see a show, and it had come to him sudden that he would enjoy himself fur a minute or two taking part in it.

But he wasn't going to get TOO worked up about it, either, fur the show might end by making him tired, after all.
As he come down the aisle fumbling in his coat, he stopped and begun to slap all his pockets.

Then his face cleared, and he dived into a vest pocket.

Everybody looked like they thought he was going to pull something important out of it.

But he didn't.