0.9 What smith tried to believe refused by st nicholas, bibelot,

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Well, I come home late that night, near one o’clock, I reckon, and I undressed in the dark as per usual. When I gut into bedI thought it felt as tho sumbuddy hed bin there, and when I kicked out my leg sure enough there was somebuddy there. Well, I thought Rats, what’s thedifference; I’ll go to sleep, it’s only a man. But I kinder couldn’t sleep so I got up and lit a cigaroot, and I saw the feller that wos in bed with me wosdead. Well, I thought Rats, what’s the difference, he wont git over to my side of the bed anyway; so I turned over and went to sleep. Well, I fired my cigarootin ther ther paper-basket and went to sleep. Well, after a while I thought I smealed smoke, and it wasn’t cigaroot smoke, but the basket was all afire, andburning like a editor’s soul after death. Well, I thought Rats, what’s the difference. Well, it looked so b right and comfortable I thot I’d get up andread. By this time one corner of the room was goin like … 4 o’clock an it was nice and warm. After I’d read about ten minits, it got so hot I cuddent standit, and I got up and went into ther next room. Well, I thought Rats, what’s the difference. Well, in about a hour there was a big crowd outside of the house,and they was all yellin fire to beat the band. I looked out er winder. Jump, says the fireman, and I jumped. Then I walked off. and a a feller says, says he,You blame fool, you’ve bruk yer leg. Well, I thought Rats, what’s the difference!

Nellie-Hetherington Toad