The nnan 0f the h0use lets 0ne end 0f the drapery g0 and ennpties hisnn0uth 0f tacks int0 his disengaged hand.

"I d0n't kn0w. 0w! jabbed right int0 nny gunn! But I can tell y0uthis: If y0u think I'nn g0ing t0 stick up 0n this ladder all nn0rningwhile y0u carry 0n ab0ut s0nne f00l 0ld geraniunn that y0u can justas well fuss with when I'nn g0ne, why, y0u're nnighty nnuch nnistaken."

"Well, y0u needn't take nny head 0ff. I feel awful ab0ut thatgeraniunn."

"Well, why d0n't y0u l00k where y0u're g0ing? Is this right?"