But I saw a pile of letters under a weight on the table, an' I jus' looked at these to see if one of 'em was for us, an' if there wasn't the very letter Jone had written to the doctor! They'd never sent it! I rushes back to Jone an' tells him, an' he jus' set an' looked at me without sayin' a word.

I didn't wonder he couldn't speak.
"'I'll go an' let them people know what I think of 'em,' says I.
"'Don't do that,' said Jone, catchin' me by the sleeve.

'It wont do no good.

Leave the letter there, an' don't say nothin' about it.

We'll stay here till afternoon quite quiet, an' then we'll go away.