That young Ray Bartram, that's the Prency gal's feller, has been comin' to the house almost ev'ry day while I've been workin' there, an' he's been awful polite to me.

He never used to be that way when him an' the other young fellers in town used to come down to the hotel an' drink in the big room behind the saloon.

Miss Prency got to askin' me questions about him this morning, an' the less I told her the madder she got, an' at last she said somethin' that made me get up an' leave." "What's _he_ ever had to do with _you_ ?" asked Mrs.Kimper, after a long, wondering stare.
"Nothin', except to talk impudent.

Mother, what's the reason a poor gal that don't ever look for any company above her always keeps findin' it when she don't want it ?" Mrs.Kimper got the question so mixed with her culinary preparations that she was unable to answer, or to remember that she already had salted the stew which she was preparing for dinner.

As she wondered and worked, her husband came in.
"Wife," said Sam, "everything seems turning upside down.