sidewalk in front of th' shop all night and pa took and tacked his clothes
down all around and when Bige woke up next day he tried t' git up and
couldn't and it scairt him most t' death and he hollered, 'Gosh! help! I'm
paralyzed,' he says. 'Oh, no yuh ain't, Bige,' pa says, 'but you was
yisteddy.'

"Turn over."

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"That's Aunt Min, pa's sister, when she was a girl. She was awful good
lookin'--is yet, fer that matter. But she ain't never been no housekeeper.
Onct pa picked up a shirt she'd been mendin' and took a look at it and
says, 'I'd hate like thunder t' have t' reap as Min sews,' he says.

"Turn over."

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"And that's pa, put in last fer 'a Garrison finish,' as he says, whatever
that means. Honest, now, he don't look a bit like you thought he would,
does he? But you could tell he was a wit, though, couldn't yuh? Jist look
at them little, shrewd eyes! This pitchure was took when he was editor of
th' Argus, before he made his money out of land and insurance. One time,
while he was editin', a publisher sent him an adver-tise-ment of a book
that told all about how t' run a newspaper and pa he set right down and
wrote 'm back they might as well try t' sell a book of travels t' th'
Wanderin' Jew.

"That's all--and there's ma a-comin' up th' walk. We got a bigger album 'n