“Whatisthematter？“sheasked。
“Oh，nothin’。“
“Youspokeasifyouwereinpain。“
“Nowonder。I’mlookin’atsomethin’thatgivesmeapain。Thatwizened-uplandsharkofaJerryCliffordisinsight，boundtothepost-office，Ical’late。Goin’toputaone-centstamponaletterandletthefellerthatgetsitpaytheothercent，Isuppose。Healwaysasksthepostmastertolickthestamp，so’stosavethewearandtearonhisowntongue。That’safact……No，“headded，amomentlater，“heain’tgoin’totheoffice；he’sturnin’downthelanehere……Eh！Jumpin’fireofbrimstone，Idobelieve——
WHATintheworld？“