An' it's all my fault too,' he says.

'I intended to have you take your breakfust with me, but somethin' happened last night to upset me, an' I woke with it on my mind, an' I fergot.

Now you jest come right into the house, an' I'll have somethin' got fer you that'll stay your stomach better 'n air,' he says.
"'No,' I says, 'I've made trouble enough fer one day, I guess,' an' I wouldn't go, though he urged me agin an' agin.

'You don't fall in with the customs of this region ?' I says to him.
"'Not in that pertic'ler, at any rate,' he says.

'It's one o' the fool notions that my wife an' the girls brought home f'm Eurup.