(Of course all this sounds very silly to me now, for I know that a divorce is very simple and very common.

It's just like a marriage certificate, only it _un_marries you instead of marrying you; but I didn't know it then.

And if I'm going to tell this story I've got to tell it just as it happened, of course.) Well, I asked Mr.Jones if you could buy divorces, and if he had them for sale; and you ought to have heard those men laugh.

There were six of them sitting around the stove behind me.
"Oh, yes, my little maid" (above all things I abhor to be called a little maid!) one of them cried.

"You can buy them if you've got money enough; but I don't reckon our friend Jones here has got them for sale." Then they all laughed again, and winked at each other.