Jemently, ef he don' look like 's ef he'd kill hisself fer three bits." Katy was so affected by this fearful picture of poor, dear Smith's condition, that she got up and hurried out of the room to cry.
"What on airth's the matter ?" soliloquized Dave.

"Bashful little creeter, I 'low.

Thought I wuz a-comin to the p'int, maybe.

Well, nex' time'll do.

Haw! haw! Young things is cur'us now, _to_ be shore.