so and maybe it ain’t, because Tamson is such
an awful liar you can’t depend on nothing she
says. Zach says if an eel tried to follow one
of Tamson’s yarns he would get his backboan
in such a snarl it would choak him to death.
And Zach says he calculates Maryetter will take little
Cherry Blossom in silent partener. Zach comes
over to see me sometimes nights after supper and we
set in the kitchen and talk and talk about you and
Mr. Galusha mostly, but about Lulie and Nelse and Captain
Jeth, too, and about everybody else we happen to run
afoul of or that comes handy. Zach is real good
company, although he does call me Posy and Pink and
Geranyum and dear land knows what and keeps his talk
agoing so nobody else can’t scarcely get a word
in between breaths. He says tell you that he
will keep a weather eye on me and see that I didn’t
get the lockjor nor swallow my mouthorgan nor nothing.
I tell him nobody could get lockjor where he was on
account of watching how he keeps his own jor agoing.
He means well but he is kind of ignorant Zach is.
Speaking of weather reminds me that the northeast
gale we had last week blowed the trellis off the back
part of the house and ripped the gutter off the starboard
side of the barn. I had Jim Fletcher put it
on again and he charged me three dollars, the old
skin. I ain’t paid him yet and he can
whisle for his money till he whisles one dollar off
the bill anyhow. There, Mrs. Martha, I have
got to stop. Luce is around screeching and carrying
on for his dinner till you would think he hadent had
anything for a month instead of only since breakfast.
I will write again pretty soon. Lots of love
to you and Mr. Bangs and do tell me when you go to
ride on a camel. That would be some sight, I
will say, and Zach he says so, too, but he bets you
can do it if you set out to and so do I. Anyhow,
you can if Mr. Galusha skippers the cruise because
that man can do anything. And to think that
I used to calculate he had the dropsy or was a undertaker
or a plain fool or something. Well, you can’t
never tell by a person’s looks, can you, Mrs.
Martha. Zach says so, too.
P.S. Have you seen Mr. Bangs dig up any mummies
yet? How he can do it and keep out of jale,
my saving soul, I don’t know. To say nothing
of maybe catching whatever it was they died of.
P.S. Won’t you please try and see if you
can’t have a tintype took when you ride the
camel and send me one?