? ? ? ? My heart fell down amongst my lungs and livers and things, and a hard piece of corn-crust started down my throat after it and got met on the road with a cough and was shot across the table and took one of the children in the eye and curled him up like a fishing-worm, and let a cry out of him the size of a war-whoop, and Tom he turned kinder blue around the gills, and it all amounted to a considerable state of things for about a quarter of a minute or as much as that, and I would a sold out for half price if there was a bidder. But after that we was all right again- it was the sudden surprise of it that knocked us so kind of cold. Uncle Silas he says:
? ? ? ? "It's most uncommon curious, I can't understand it. I know perfectly well I took it off, because-"
? ? ? ? "Because you hain't got but one on. Just listen at the man! I know you took it off, and know it by a better way than your wool-gethering memory, too, because it was on the clo'esline yesterday- I see it there myself. But it's gone- that's the long and the short of it, and you'll just have to change to a red flann'l one till I can get time to make a new one.
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