I kind of got out of practice writing.
I want you to write a ad fer me." "A what ?" she demanded.

"Oh, I see--you have something to sell ?" "No, ma'am, I ain't got nothing to sell--not unlessen--well, I'll tell you.

I want to advertise fer a woman--fer a wife--that is to say, really fer him, Sim Gage--a feller's got to have something to sort of occupy his mind, hain't he ?" Mrs.Davidson was too much astonished to speak, and he blundered on.
"Folks has done such things," said he.
"You offer me a somewhat difficult problem," rejoined the other, "since I do not in the least understand what you desire to do." "Well, it's this away, ma'am.

There's papers that prints these ads--sometimes big dailies does, they tell me--where folks advertises for acquaintances just fer to get acquainted, you know--'acquaintance with a view to matrimony' is the way they usually say it--and that may be a tip fer you--I mean about this here ad I want you to write.

Why, folks has got married that way, plenty of 'em--I'll bet there ain't more'n half the homesteaders in this state out here, leastways in the sagebrush country, that didn't get married just that way--it's the onliest way they _can_ get married, ma'am, half the time.
"Once, up in Helleny, years ago, right after the old Alder Gulch placer mining days, there was eleven millionaires, each of 'em married to a Injun woman, and not one of them women could set on a chair without falling off.