What did that Jule Anderson do, poor thing, but spend some time making a most onseasonable visit to Cynthy Ann last night?
And I 'low ef there's a ole gal in this sublunary spear as tells the truth in a bee-line and no nonsense, it's that there same, individooal, identical Cynthy Ann.

She's most afeard to drink cold water or breathe fresh air fer fear she'll commit a unpard'nable sin.

And that persecuted young pigeon that thought herself forsooken, jest skeeted into Cynthy Ann's budwoir afore daybreak this mornin' and told her all her sorrows, and how your letter and your goin' with that Betsey Malcolm"-- here August winced--"had well nigh druv her to run off with the straps and watch-seals to get rid of you and Betsey and her precious and mighty affectionate ma." "But she won't look at me in meeting, and she sent Humphreys to me with an insulting message." "Which text divides itself into two parts, my brethren and feller-travelers to etarnity.

To treat the last head first, beloved, I admonish you not to believe a blackleg, unless it's under sarcumstances when he's got onusual and airresistible temptations to tell the truth.

I don't advise yer to spit on the slate and rub it out in this case.