I held the book out to her agin and says: "Well, I'm mighty sorry fur that, fur I don't feel that-a-way about you a-tall.

Here's your book." Well, sir, she snatches that book and she gives it a sling.

I thought it was going kersplash into the crick.

But it didn't.

It hit right into the fork of a limb that hung down over the crick, and it all spread out when it lit, and stuck in that crotch somehow.