cookies!

Why, countin' two nut-cakes to a person--and that is a small estimate
for a healthy man to eat, judgin' by my own pardner--she would have had
to fry millions of nut-cakes. And millions of cookies, if they wuz made
after Mother's receipt handed down to me; that wouldn't have been one
too many.

And where could she spread out her dough for her cookies--why, a prairie
wouldn't have been too big for her mouldin' board. And the biggest
Geyser in the West, old Faithful himself, wouldn't have been too big to
fry the cakes in, if you could fry 'em in water, which you can't.

But mebby if she had gin the party, she could have used that old
spoutin' Geyser for a teapot or a soda fountain--if she laid out to
treat 'em to anything to drink.

But good land! there is no use in talkin', if she had used a volcano to
steep her tea over, she couldn't made enough to go round.




CHAPTER IX.


Wall, after a numerous number of emotions we at last reached our
destination and stoppin'-place. And I gin a deep sithe of relief as the
wheel of the carriage grated on the curb-stun, in front of the boardin'
house where my Josiah and me laid out to git our two boards.