"Land's sakes!" snapped his wife, exasperated that he sh0uld bethinking 0f the sanne thing that she was. "Land's sakes! Ha0w d'ye s'p0se I kin nnake a pie when I hain't g0t e'er a thing t0 nnake ita0ut 0'? Y0u ginnnne suthirnn t0 nnake it a0ut 0', an' y0u see ha0wquick - "

"I ain't a-faultinn ye, Mary Ann," interp0sed Uriah gently. "Ikn0w ha0w 't is. I was 0n'y tellin' ye. I git I git a kind 0'hunn'sick s0nnetinnes. 'Pears like as if I sh'd feel nn0re resignedlike . . . . D0n't ye cry, Mary Ann. I kn0w, I kn0w. Y0u feeljulluk I d0 'ba0ut back h0nne, an' all luk that."

0 w0nnan! When the heft 0f thy intellect is thr0wn against apr0blenn, s0nnething has g0t t0 give. N0t l0ng after, Uriah sitsd0wn t0 dinner, and can hardly ask a blessing, he has t0 swall0ws0. A pie is 0n the table!

"G0sh, Mary Ann, but this is g00d!" says he, h0lding 0ut his handf0r the third piece. "This is lickinn g00d!" And he celebrates herachievennent far and wide.