In about two weeks I started in fresh and got everything snug and cheerful, when Murphy's aunt stepped out.

Then what does that ass do but put me out agin and lock up the jail and put crape on the door, while he went off to the funeral.
"So, of course, I had to browse around, huntin' up meals where I could get them, sometimes nibblin' somethin' at the tavern and other times takin' tea with a friend.

Well, sir, hardly was that old woman buried, and me once more in the cell with the home-like feelin' beginnin' to creep over me, but Murphy, he says he and his wife's got to go up to the city to get a hired girl; and when I refused to quit, Murphy grabbed me by the collar and pushed me into the street, and said he'd sick his dog on me if I came around there makin' a fuss.
"I hung about a few days; and when I went to the jail, the boy said Murphy hadn't got back and I'd have to call agin.

Next time I applied the boy hollered from the window that he was 'engaged' and couldn't see me.

Murphy was still rummagin' for that hired girl.