I can't well remember just what do take place 'long towards the fo'th drink." "Durn lucky you can't.

You'd never hole up your head again.

A plummer fool you never see," said Jennie, determined to drive his shame home to him.
Pratt sighed, understood perfectly the meaning of all this vituperation.
"Well, Mam, we'll try again.

I think I'm doin' pretty good when I go two munce, don't you ?" "It's more'n that, Paw," said Mrs.Pratt, eager to encourage him at the right moment.

"It's sixty-four days.