It was a mighty handsome place inside, gilded an' carved all over like the outside of a cirkis wagin, an' when we went in the orchestry was playin' an' the people was comin' in, an' after we'd set a few minutes I says to Polly, 'What do you think on't ?' I says.
"'I don't see anythin' very unbecomin' so fur, an' the people looks respectable enough,' she says.
"'No jail birds in sight fur 's ye c'n see so fur, be they ?' I says.

He, he, he, he!" "You needn't make me out more of a gump 'n I was," protested Mrs.
Bixbee.

"An' you was jest as----" David held up his finger at her.
"Don't you sp'ile the story by discountin' the sequil.

Wa'al, putty soon the band struck up some kind of a dancin' tune, an' the curt'in went up, an' a girl come prancin' down to the footlights an' begun singin' an' dancin', an', scat my -- --! to all human appearances you c'd 'a' covered ev'ry dum thing she had on with a postage stamp." John stole a glance at Mrs.Cullom.She was staring at the speaker with wide-open eyes of horror and amazement.
"I guess I wouldn't go very _fur_ into pertic'lers," said Mrs.Bixbee in a warning tone.
David bent his head down over his plate and shook from head to foot, and it was nearly a minute before he was able to go on.

"Wa'al," he said, "I heard Polly give a kind of a gasp an' a snort, 's if some one 'd throwed water 'n her face.