mile, and find out what that creetur's up to, this time, as long as I couldn't seem to get any answer out of you about it."

"Why, I never heard nothing from you," says Aunt Sally.

"Well, I wonder! Why, I wrote to you twice, to ask you what you could mean by Sid being here."

"Well, I never got 'em, Sis."
"HAND OUT THEM LETTERS."

Aunt Polly, she turns around slow and severe, and says:

"You, Tom!"

"Well—what?" he says, kind of pettish.

"Don't you what me, you impudent thing—hand out them letters."

"What letters?"