… and “Folks that hed no call to go to bed, not nights, they slep' the hull time”—had fallen utterly in love with “that fairysome cur'osity that you go and call Viffer;” and bowed to the earth before her, for two reasons: one, that this “mite of a lady” had once appeared in one of Sal.'s solitary haunts, where she lay on the ground in sore anguish …

who(on this busily nowhere rollingest it)’s the dizzily he most him—the climbingly fallingest fool in this trickiest if?

He stocked up on old-style writing utensils.

He … passed his hand over her hair, which was now neatly cornrowed.