"They break it, and they tear their beds to pieces, and all we can do is to jest keep them alive.

As for keepin' their bodies and souls together, I don't s'pose they've got any souls.

They are nothin' but animils, as you say, and I don't see why any body should treat an animil like a human bein.' They hav'n't no sense of what you do for 'em." "Oh, ye needn't be afraid o' my blowin'.

I never blowed about old Tilden, as you call 'im, an' I never expect to," said Jim.
"That's right," wheezed Mr.Buffum.

"It's just as well." "Well, I s'pose the Doctor'll be up in the mornin'," said Mrs.Buffum, "and we shall clean up a little, and put in new straw, and p'r'aps you can go round with him ?" Mr.Buffum nodded his assent, and after an evening spent in story-telling and chaffing, Jim went to bed upon the shakedown in an upper room to which he was conducted.
Long before he was on his feet in the morning, the paupers of the establishment had been fed, and things had been put in order for the medical inspector.