A beautiful collection.

Well, I was dishin' up the tea one night in the kitchen, an' I 'eard a laugh--Elbert's laugh, like three little bells--an' there was Elbert lookin' in at the window.

I run after 'im--there wasn't nobody there.

When I come back the tripe was burnt an' I lef' it on the fire an' run away, thet minute.
They owed me wages, but I didn't stop for nothink.

I was frightened.