k and sumone birn
a rag. what in the wirld have you stepped in boys,
go out and scrape your feet on the scraper and wipe
them on the mat. you had augt to be moar cairful
where you step and Beany he sed it aint that misses
Shute i got hit with a roten eg when sumone roten
eged the pedled and mother sed i dont want to be
unpolite Elbrige, Elbrige is Beany you know, but i
think you had better stand in teh doorway while
you xplain. so Beany stood there and we were telling
about it while Keene leened out of the window
and hollered phew and mother and Aunt Sarah held
their nose when father come in and the minit he
come in he sed Geerusalem the golden naim ever
dear to me will that smell folow me all the days of
my life till i dwell in the house of the lord forever,
and mother sed George i realy wish you woodent
talk so befoar the children and father sed all rite
Joey, he calls mother Joey you know, i wont, but
it is verry triiing to a man of my partickuler disposision
to return to the buzum of his familiy to
find the intire homested smeling like a combineasion
of a glu factory, a fertilizer factory and a ded horse
whitch has been left 3 weaks in a hot July sun.
and mother sed for heavens saik George dont say
enny more. it is bad enuf without thinking of
sutch dredful things. and father sed i wont Joey
only you shood not have interrupted me and tirned
me from my religious medditasions. i was doing
prety well. then Aunt Sarah sed if you aint moar
choise in your langage you never will dwell in the
house of the Lord but sumwhere elce, and father
sed tell me sumthing new and dont scair me to deth
Sarah. but how in the wirld did that smell get
here, and me and Beany and Pewt all hollered
Beany got a eg in the side and father sed i shood
think he did and the best thing Beany can do is to
go home and chainge his close. it is neerly 10 oh
clock and we have got to go to bed sumtime tonite.

so Pewet and Beany went home and father set down
and mother shet the winders and father told us
about it and how meny got hit and what they sed
and we all nearly dide laffing as we always do when
father tells stories, and father sed Gim Ellison got
hit in the middle of his vest and went home holding
his nose up in the air so high that he run bang into
a tree and broak his speckticles, and old Bradbiry
Purington, Pewts father went home holding his
coat tale up like a woman holds up her trane. he
sed that old Mag Mackflannery got hit and