Unformatted text preview: her back was turned we slid for the cellar cubboard and loaded up a good lunch and took it up to our room and went to bed, and got up about half-past eleven, and Tom put on Aunt Sally’s dress that he stole and was going to start with the lunch, but says: ‘Where’s the butter?’ ‘I laid out a hunk of it,’ I says, ‘on a piece of a corn-pone.’ ‘Well, you LEFT it laid out, then — it ain’t here.’ ‘We can get along without it,’ I says. ‘We can get along WITH it, too,’ he says; ‘just you slide down cellar and fetch it. And then mosey right down...
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- Fall '08
- English, English-language films, Left-wing politics, Slide guitar, Chapter XL