David looked at him sharply.

"Subject to them spells ?" he asked.
"Sometimes," said John when he recovered his voice, and then, with as clear an expression of innocence as he could command, but somewhat irrelevantly, asked, "How did you get on with Mrs.Price ?" "Oh," said David, "nicer 'n a cotton hat.

She appeared to be a quiet sort of woman that might 'a' lived anywhere, but she was dressed to kill--an' so was the rest on 'em, fer that matter," he remarked with a laugh.

"I tried to tell Polly about 'em afterwuds, an'-- he, he, he!--she shut me up mighty quick, an' I thought myself at the time, thinks I, it's a good thing it's warm weather, I says to myself.

Oh, yes, Mis' Price made me feel quite to home, but I didn't talk much the fust part of dinner, an' I s'pose she was more or less took up with havin' so many folks at table; but fin'ly she says to me, 'Mr.Price was so annoyed about your breakfust, Mr.Harum.' "'Was he ?' I says.