Victor Hess says

Presently the Patriarch asked again: Why was M.
He drew near awkwardly, put on his glasses, and examined
the list of syrups with great care. 

The elder was not in the best of humor when he arrived,
and his state of mind had not improved.
There was a glow upon his cheek-bones, and a faint tinge upon his prominent nose.
Never before in all the long years
it had served him had he seen it in such shape.
The minute passed, and four more joined it. 

Go to the head of the class, Josselyn, said the venerable patriarch.
Well, youre whistlin now, birdie;
thats my intention; set em all out.
You never see a frog so modest and straightforward as he was,
for all he was so gifted. The other was 

tapping with his pencil upon the little shelf
lying across the rail. Sassprillas good for the blood
this time er year, an strawberrys good any time.
Wherever there is an italic, the hickory descended.
An I dont want noone-hoss bonnet neither. 

The next Inmate looked as if he might have been a sailor formerly.
Elder Brown beheld for an instant the familiar scene within.
He then threw open the double gates for us to ride through.
Elder Brown beheld for an instant the familiar scene within.

At sight of the glistening bar
the whole moral structure
of twenty years came tumbling down.

Wheeler could tell me anything about this Rev.
Mebbe youre right, my dear; mebbe I oughtnt.
Like to oblige you, but cant right now;
will fix it for you later on.

Good-mornin, good-mornin, said the elder, piling his
bundles on the counter. Smiley, I would feel
under many obligations to him. The man of business
had already lost interest. Just you tie them
stockins up an lemme have em. Elder Brown held it out,

upside down, at arms-length. I havent looked
at the cattle, he answered, dryly. The beaver was his special
crown of dignity. To lose it was to be
reduced to a level with the common woolhat herd. 

The old gentlemen who had been shoved about
enjoyed the pun too much to be angry.
There was a glow upon his cheek-bones,
and a faint tinge upon his prominent nose.
The old man laughed until his cheeks were wet.

And Elder Brown had to resume an upright position
until his paroxysm of laughter had passed.
An I dont want no one-hoss bonnet neither.
He drew near awkwardly, put on his glasses,
and examined the list of syrups with great care.

Now here is one; pink silk,
with delicate pale blue feathers. 

c.2015