Anyway," he resumed, "she allowed she'd try it once, an' we agreed we'd go somewheres that night.

But somethin' happened to put it out o' my mind, an' I didn't think on't agin till I got back to the hotel fer supper.

So I went to the feller at the news-stand an' says, 'Got any show-tickits fer to-night ?' "'Theater ?' he says.
"'I reckon so,' I says.
"'Wa'al,' he says, 'I hain't got nothin' now but two seats fer 'Clyanthy.' "'Is it a good show ?' I says--'moral, an' so on?
I'm goin' to take my sister, an' she's a little pertic'ler about some things,' I says.

He kind o' grinned, the feller did.

'I've took my wife twice, an' she's putty pertic'ler herself,' he says, laughin.'" "She must 'a' ben," remarked Mrs.Bixbee with a sniff that spoke volumes of her opinion of "the feller's wife." David emitted a chuckle.
"Wa'al," he continued, "I took the tickits on the feller's recommend, an' the fact of his wife's bein' so pertic'ler, an' after supper we went.