And your mistress was not here when you came back—nor Abram?
And you keep your mouth shut, Abram; you'll have time to talk on your trial.
That blue-flowered piece was a dress I got the spring before Abram died.
And bless your soul, Abram got me and Sally Ann both app'inted.
But when me and Abram married, neither one of us was thinkin' much about churches.
And I jest laughed in her face and went on to where Abram was waitin' for me.
With Abram Pantin in his chair his humiliation would be complete.
“Abram and I are so fond of omelette,” she said, as the egg-beater whirred.
The woman was, as Prissy had assured Abram, “tickled to pieces.”
Or would you have lettuce with roquefort cheese dressing, Abram?
