It would ruin my character as a genuine Thumb.' "'Well,' says Jone, 'it's nearly two times too big for you, but if you an' me was both to sleep in it, it would be about right, wouldn't it ?' "'Oh yes,' says the General.

An' he takes off his hat, an' Jone says good-night to me an' shuts the door.

Our room was better than Mrs.
General Jackson's, so I takes her in there, an' the fust thing she does is to turn on all the gases.
"'Stop that!' I hollers.

'If you do that again,--I'll--I'll break the United States Bank tomorrow!' "'How'll you do that ?' says she.
"'I'll draw out all my capital,' says I.
"'I hope really you wont,' says she, 'till I've been there,' an' she leans out of the open winder to look into the street, but while she was a-lookin' out I see her left hand a-creepin' up to the gas by the winder, that wasn't lighted.

I felt mad enough to take her by the feet an' pitch her out, as you an the boarder," said Pomona, turning to me, "h'isted me out of the canal-boat winder." This, by the way, was the first intimation we had had that Pomona knew how she came to fall out of that window.
"But I didn't do it," she continued, "for there wasn't no soft water underneath for her to fall into.