DIFFICULTY WITH WINDY WALKER
"You was full las' night when you come home, Paw," he said.
"I was," said his father.
"And mebbe you don't reklec' what you told me?"
Dexter shook his head.
"My son, I don't reklec' one word. Did I speak? I'd a sort of kinkle I was speechless."
Young Jeff shook his head in turn.
"Far from it, Paw, for you sat on the table a good while, and you yanked me outer bed to hear."
"What did I discourse of?" asked his father. "I do hope I said nothin' unbecomin' your father, Jeff. But sence your poor mother payssed away into the eternal beyond I've had less sense than I should hev. Did I blaspheme any?"
Jeff nodded.
"Oh my, Paw, you said offul things, most offul."
"Can you repeat any of 'em, Jeff?" asked his father anxiously.
"A whole lot I can," replied Jeff promptly. But old Dexter raised his hand.
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