Well, ma swallowed something crosswise down her Sunday throat, and choked, and pa swatted her on the back so she would cough it up, and when she could speak she said: "Pa, do you have to wear tights, and jump through hoops on the back of a horse, and cut up didoes, at your time of life?

What a dido he do kick up, to be sure!"

"Makes compass cut didoes.

" "Don't start any didos with the domestic relations of this tribe," I told him, "or they'll spread us out, and spread us thin.