'And you needn't bother to write no poems while you're dressin', neither.' "'Good night,' he answers, brisk.

'Go, will you, please?
I want to think.' "I went.

'Tain't until an hour later that I remembered he hadn't asked one word concernin' the wages.

And next mornin' he comes to me and suggests that perhaps 'twould be as well if I didn't tell his real name.
He was pretty sure he'd been away schoolin' so long that he wouldn't be recognized.

'And incognitos seem to be fashionable here,' he purrs, soft and gentle.
"I wouldn't know an incognito if I stepped on one, but the tenor voice of him kind of made me sick.
"'All right,' I snaps, sarcastic.