I had a po'try book in my house.

Like it says, I first endured seeing you, and then felt sorry for you, and then----" "Cut out the poetry stuff," said Annie.

"It ain't past noon yet." "I ain't had time to build my own house over yet.

Pianny and all gone now, though." "Gee, but you do lie easy," said Annie.

"You're the smoothest running liar I ever did see." "And all my books and things, and pictures and dishes." "All of your both two tin plates, huh ?" "And my other suits of clothes, and my bedstead, and my dewingport, and everything--all, all gone, Miss Squires!" "Is that so! Oh, sad! sad! You must of been reading some of them mail order catalogues in your dreams." "And my cook stove too.