But she didn't say nothin', an', I swan! I didn't dast to look at her fer a spell; an' putty soon in come a hull crowd more girls that had left their clo'es in their trunks or somewhere, singin', an' dancin', an' weavin' 'round on the stage, an' after a few minutes I turned an' looked at Polly.

He, he, he, he!" "David Harum!" cried Mrs.Bixbee, "ef you're goin' to discribe any more o' them scand'lous goin's on I sh'll take my victuals into the kitchin.
_I_ didn't see no more of 'em," she added to Mrs.Cullom and John, "after that fust trollop appeared." "I don't believe she did," said David, "fer when I turned she set there with her eys shut tighter 'n a drum, an' her mouth shut too so's her nose an' chin most come together, an' her face was red enough so 't a streak o' red paint 'd 'a' made a white mark on it.

'Polly,' I says, 'I'm afraid you ain't gettin' the wuth o' your money.' "'David Harum,' she says, with her mouth shut all but a little place in the corner toward me, 'if you don't take me out o' this place, I'll go without ye,' she says.
"'Don't you think you c'd stan' it a little longer ?' I says.

'Mebbe they've sent home fer their clo'es,' I says.

He, he, he, he! But with that she jest give a hump to start, an' I see she meant bus'nis.