* Smith’ 
“No!’ I says, “I ben’t ready yet. When my 
turn comes, please God I shall be ready; but 
you take ’n now where he’s wanted.’ 
““ And that wasn’t all. Let’s see, "twas Mon- 
day mornin’. I went to one of the cottages for 
the rent, and I s’pose I may have been an hour 
later than usual, what with hobblin’ about and 
seein’ to my toe. When the woman come to the 
door she says, ‘ Why, Mr. Smith! I be glad to 
see ye. I begun to think you must be dead!’ 
* No,’ I says, ‘I en’t dead yet. But I had a man 
come to measure me for my coffin this mornin’.’ 
She did laugh when I told her. But I begun 
not to laugh, ’specially as my foot was gettin’ 
worse. I en’t superstitious; but we knows we 
all got to go some time or another, and this 
seemed to remind me of that. However, on my 
way home I called at Sally’s sister’s, and as soon 
as she see me she says, “Oh, you be all right 
then? I been dreamin’ about you all night. | 
dreamt you was dead.’ ”’ 
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