Then she tore the paper off on't an' looked at it a minute, an' then took it 'tween her thumb an' finger, like you hold up a dead rat by the tail, an' held it off at the end of her reach, an' looked it all over, with her face gettin' even redder if it could.

Fin'ly she says, in a voice 'tween a whisper 'n a choke: "'What'd you pay fer the thing ?' "'Fifteen dollars,' I says.
"'Fifteen _dollars_ ?' she says.
"'Yes,' I says, 'don't ye like it ?' Wa'al," said David, "she never said a word.

She drawed in her arm an' took holt of the bunnit with her left hand, an' fust she pulled off one thing an' dropped it on the floor, fur off as she c'd reach, an' then another, an' then another, an' then, by gum! she went at it with both hands jest as fast as she could work 'em, an' in less time 'n I'm tellin' it to ye she picked the thing cleaner 'n any chicken you ever see, an' when she got down to the carkis she squeezed it up between her two hands, give it a wring an' a twist like it was a wet dish towel, an' flung it slap in my face.

Then she made a half turn, throwin' back her head an' grabbin' into her hair, an' give the awfullest screechin' laugh--one screech after another that you c'd 'a' heard a mile--an' then throwed herself face down on the bed, screamin' an' kickin'.

Wa'al, sir, if I wa'n't at my wits' end, you c'n have my watch an' chain.
"She wouldn't let me touch her no way, but, as luck had it, it was one o' the times when we had a hired girl, an' hearin' the noise she come gallopin' up the stairs.