She couldn't of slung it that way on purpose in a million years.

We both stands and looks at it a minute.
"Oh, oh!" she says, "what have I done?
It's out of the town library and I'll have to pay for it." "I'll get it fur you," I says.

But it wasn't no easy job.

If I shook that limb it would tumble into the crick.

But I clumb the tree and eased out on that limb as fur as I dast to.