Are your dishes done ?" he shrieked, turning to the old lady.
"One?
One what ?" inquired Mrs.Beasley.
"They won't BE done till you go, Ase," continued the master of the house.

"She'll stay with us till the last gun fires.

T'other day Angie Phinney called and I turned Debby loose on her.

I didn't believe anything could wear out Angie's talkin' machinery, but she did it.
Angeline stayed twenty minutes and then quit, hoarse as a crow." Here the widow joined in the conversation, evidently under the impression that nothing had been said since she last spoke.

Continuing her favorable comments on the weather she observed that she was glad there was so little fog, because fog was hard for folks with "neuralgy pains." Her brother's wife's cousin had "neuralgy" for years, and she described his sufferings with enthusiasm and infinite detail.