We gin him
one fer his own fam'ly. It was heavy t'carry an' he didn't seem t'
like the looks uv it someway. Then I asked him if he wouldn't like
one fer his girl. "She ain't married," says he. "She will be some
time," says I, "take it along," so he put in another. "You've got a
sister over on the turnpike hain't ye?" says I. "Yes," says he.
"Wall," I says, "don' want a hex her feel slighted." "She won't
know 'bout my hevin' 'em," says he, lookin' 's if he'd hed enough.
"Yis she will," I says, "she'll hear uv it an' mebbe make a fuss."
Then we piled in another. "Look here," I says after that, "there s
yer brother Bill up there 'bove you. Take one along fer him." "No,"
says he, "I don' tell ev'ry body, but Bill an' I ain't on good terms.
We ain't spoke fer more'n a year."
'Knew he was lyin',' Uncle Eb added with a laugh, 'I'd seen him
talkin' with Bill a day er two before.
'Whew!' he whistled as he looked at his big silver watch. 'I declare
it's mos' one o clock They's jes' one other piece o' business if
come before this meetin'.
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