Not liking the accommodations, I took the first chance and flew the coop.

Aunt Betty graciously permitted this. She always did; but if the forgetful old man wandered for a moment away from his theme she brought him back with a surreptitious: “Lordy! yo' ole head done filled wid me yit."

She joked about her previous suspicions of sorcery, saying that one claims one has been ensorcelled, but, really, the sorcery was one's own body.

And vnto the Angel of the Church of the Laodiceans, write, Theſe things ſaith the Amen, the faithfull and true witneſſe, the beginning of the creation of God:[…]