the sun was peekin thu a big hole in the clouds up in Heaven, and was sendin down great long sun-fingers ever’whichway from the hole, and it was all jess so rosy and purty like if’n God come down thu the smoke to see the world.
Well grandpa, and that ain’t all:—I told you the sun was red, and that was ’case jess then the sun was peekin thu a big hole in the clouds up in Heaven, and was sendin down great long sun-fingers ever’whichway from the hole, and it was all jess so rosy and purty like if’n God come down thu the smoke to see the world. Well jess before I woked up I guess ever’body in New York done put on they lights, and I guess it was dark then, on account now all them lights they put on was caught feeble and strange in the red sunlight and ever’where I look was them po lights burnin up ’lectricity for nothin, deep inside the streets and the alleys, up on the walls, up on top the bridges, thisaway in the awful fog and thata-way on the soft rosy water, and they jess tremble and shake jess like ever’thing’s a big old campfire folks done lit before sundown and didn’t dass put it out yet, ’case they knowed it wasn’t no real day for long. Well, next thing you know, the sun turn purple and blue and leave jess one peel of fire on the cloudbank, and it gets almost dark.
