At last people began to complain about it, and one day one of the supervisors called to see Mr.Bones about it.

He remarked to him, "Mr.Bones, people are finding fault because you light up on moonlight nights and don't light the lamps when it is dark.

I'd like you to manage the thing a little better." "It struck me as being singular, too, but I can't help it.

I've got instructions to follow the almanac, and I'm going to follow it." "Did the almanac say there'd be no moon last night ?" "Yes, it did." "Well, the moon was shining, though, and at its full." "I know," said Mr.Bones, "and that's what gits me.

How in the thunder the moon kin shine when the almanac says it won't beats me out.
Perhaps there's something the matter with the moon; got shoved off her course may be." "I guess not." "Well, it's changed off somehow, and I've got to have something regular to go by.