"Tew times tew use to be four when I larnt the rewl of three in old Varmount.

Mebbe 'taint so in the country you come from, where they call a pail a bucket." The passenger kept still awhile.

The manner of the Superior Being chilled him a little.

But Whisky Jim graciously broke the silence himself.
"Sell nex' week fer six." The young man's mind had already left the subject under discussion, and it took some little effort of recollection to bring it back.
"How long will it keep on going up ?" he asked.
"Tell it teches the top.

Come daown then like a spile-driver in a hurry.
Higher it goes, the wuss it'll mash anybody what happens to stan' percisely under it." "When will it reach the top ?" The Superior Being turned his eyes full upon the student, who blushed a little under the half-sneer of his look.
"Yaou tell! Thunder, stranger, that's jest what everybody'd pay money tew find out.