month
(though he
never
drawed--except
on paper),
and I
heard a
kickin at
the street
door.
"Halloa!"
I says to
the young
man,
"what's
up!" He
rubs his
eyebrows
with his
toes, and
he says,
"Ican't
imagine,
Mr.
Magsman"--which
he never
could
imagine
nothin,
and was
monotonous
company.
The noise
not leavin
off, I
laid down
my pipe,
and I took
up a
candle,
and I went
down and
opened the
door. I
looked out
into the
street;
but nothin
could I
see, and
