DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

"William Dear," she says, "we have decided,
your papa and I, that what you need is more romping
around and playing along with your studies.
You ought to get closer to the soil and to nature,
as is more healthy for a youth of your age. So for
an hour each day, between your studies, you will
romp and play in this sand. You may begin to
frolic now, William Dear, and then James will
sweep up the dirt again for to-morrow's frolic."
But William didn't frolic none. He jest looked
at that dirt in a sad kind o' way, and he says very
serious but very decided:
"Aunt Estelle, I shall NOT frolic." And they had
to let it go at that, fur he never would frolic none,
neither. And all that nice clean dirt was throwed
out in the back yard along with the unscientific
dirt.
CHAPTER XI
One night when I've been there more'n a
week, and am getting kind o' tired staying
in one place so long, I don't want to go to
bed after I eats, and I gets a-holt of some of the
perfessor's cigars and goes into the lib'ary to see
if he's got anything fit to read. Setting there
thinking of the awful remarkable people they is
in this world I must of went to sleep. Purty soon,
in my sleep, I hearn two voices. Then I waked
up sudden, and still hearn 'em, low and quicklike,
in the room that opens right off of the lib'ary
with a couple of them sliding doors like is onto a
box car. One voice was a woman's voice, and it
wasn't Miss Estelle's.
"But I MUST see them before we go, Henry,"
she says.