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

"You THINK," I told her. "We've wasted five
good minutes already. I've GOT to hear the rest of
it. Where would they be?"
Martha guesses they will all be in the sitting room,
which has got the best chairs in it.
"What is next to it? A back parlour, or a bedroom,
or what?" I was thinking of how I happened
to overhear Perfessor Booth and his fambly
that-a-way.
Martha says they is nothing like that to be
tried.
"Martha," I says, "this is serious. This here
story they are thrashing out in there is the only
derned sure-enough romanceful story either you
or me is ever lible to run up against personal in all
our lives. It would of been a good deal nicer if
they had ast us in to see the wind-up of it. Fur, if
it hadn't of been fur me, they never would of been
reunited and rejuvenated the way they be. But
some people get stingy streaks with their concerns.
You think!"
Martha, she says: "Danny, it wouldn't be
honourable to listen."
"Martha," I tells her, "after the way you and
me went and jilted each other, what kind of senses
of honour have WE got to brag about?"
She remembers that the spare bedroom is right
over the sitting room. The house is heated with
stoves in the winter time. There is a register right
through the floor of the spare bedroom and the
ceiling of the sitting room. Not the kind of a
register that comes from a twisted-around shaft in
a house that uses furnace heat. But jest really a
hole in the floor, with a cast-iron grating, to let
the heat from the room below into the one above.
She says she guesses two people that wasn't so
very honourable might sneak into the house the
back way, and up the back stairs, and into the spare