I had on purty good duds, but I kind of wisht I had on my Injun rig then.
You take the girls that always comes down to see the passenger train come into the depot in them country towns and that Injun rig of mine and Looey's always made 'em turn around and look at us agin.

I never wisht I had on them Injun duds so hard before in my life.

But I couldn't think of nothing bright to say, so I jest reads the name of that book over to myself agin, kind o' grinning like I got a good joke I ain't going to tell any one.
"You give me my book," she says agin, red as one of them harvest apples, "or I'll tell Miss Hampton you stole it and she'll have you and your show arrested." I reads the name agin.

It was "The Lost Heir." I seen I had her good and teased now, so I says: "It must be one of these here love stories by the way you take on over it." "It's not," she says, getting ready to cry.

"And what right have you got in our wood-lot, anyhow ?" "Well," I says, "I was jest about to move on and climb out of it when you hollered to me from that tree." "I didn't!" she says.