Publisher's Synopsis
Excerpt e's a foot high, with white stuff a inch high all over. She's soft around the aidge some, for I stuck my finger intoe it just a little. We just got it recent and we're night-herdin' it where it's cool. Cost a even ten dollars. The old lady said she'd make the price all right, but Mac and me, we sort of sized up things and allowed we'd drop about a ten in their recep_ti_cle when we come to pay for that cake. This family, you see, moved intoe the cabin Hank Fogarty and Jim Bond left when they went away, --it's right acrost the 'royo from Dan Anderson's office, where we're goin' to eat to-morrer. "Now, how that woman could make a cake like this here in one of them narrer, upside-down Mexican ovens--no stove at all--no nothing--say, that's some like adoptin' yourself to circumstances, ain't it? Why, man, I'd marry intoe that fam'ly if I didn't do nothing else long as I lived. They ain't no Mexican money wrong side of the river. No counterfeit there regardin' a happy home--cuttin' out the bass voice and
