My room was next to his'n, and they was a door between, so the two could be rented together if wanted, I suppose.

I went to sleep and woke up agin with a start out of a dream that had in it millions and millions and millions of niggers, every way you looked, and their mouths was all open red and their eyes walled white, fit to scare you out of your shoes.
I hearn Doctor Kirby moving around in his room.

But purty soon he sets down and begins to talk to himself.

Everything else was quiet.

I was kind of worried about him, he had taken so much, and hoped he wouldn't get a notion to go downtown that time o' night.