rapter

Updated: July 19, 2026

They comenst clearin away the dishes, castin shy glances at me all the time. I got excited. I forgot Betsy Jane in my rapter, and sez I, "my pretty dears, how air you?" "We air well," they solumly sed. "Whar's the old man?" sed I, in a soft voice. "Of whom dost thow speak Brother Uriah?" "I mean the gay and festiv cuss who calls me a man of sin. Shouldn't wonder if his name was Uriah."

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