I’m from the south. You’re funny, aren’t you. O yes I knew it was somewhere in the country. You’re funny, aren’t you. You ought to join the circus. I did. That’s how I ruined my eyes watering the elephant’s fleas. Three times These country girls. You cant ever tell about them, can you. Well, anyway Byron never had his wish, thank God. But not hit a man in glasses Aren’t you even going to open it? It lay on the table a candle burning at each corner upon the envelope tied in a soiled pink garter two artificial flowers. Not hit a man in glasses.
