"
"You might tell him to fetch me a newspaper," said Margaret.
"Wife 'lows you might fetch her a newspaper, Gabe."
"What sorter one?"
"Oh, one o' last year or year befo' last."
"Last year," Margaret repeated contemptuously. "If I can't get this
month's paper, I won't have none."
"Wife's mighty particular about her paper, Gabe," Jasper shouted. "Say,
fetch her one o' them farmer papers and then it won't make no diffunce
how old it is."
"All right. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Gabe," and then thinking of something important Starbuck
hastened to cry out: "Say, Gabe, you might fetch me a can of cove
oysters and about a straw hat full o' crackers." The last request was
shouted through the window, on the sill of which there was a tin cup and
near by, in a corner, was a jug. Taking up the jug and the cup
Starbuck, approaching his visitor, inquired: "Have a sneeze, Laz?"
The young fellow did not look round; he saw neither the jug nor the cup,
but he knew what was meant, and with a slight change of countenance as
he arose, he replied: "Ain't snoze ter-day.
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