"I say, this is a queer country.

I've been hankerin' arter a good dish of baked beans for a week, and ain't found any." "We sometimes have them," said Joe.

"Come here at one o'clock, and you shall be accommodated." The stranger brightened up.
"That's the talk," said he.

"I'll come." "Have you just come out here ?" asked Joe curiously.
"A week ago." "Are you a Southerner ?" asked Joe demurely.
"No, I guess not!" said the Yankee, with emphasis.
"I was raised in Pumpkin Hollow, State of Maine.

I was twenty-one last first of April, but I ain't no April fool, I tell you.