thing is going on all the time. I do miss the shows I used to see in New York, but do you know, Aunt Pearly Gates, that Uncle Spot is going to take me to a show at the Court House this very night? I am real excited about it.
"Poor Uncle Spot was going to get up a real party for this show and ask Mr. Philip Bolling and Betsy and Jo, but now he can't do it because of the letter Young Abe brought over on the mule. He can't trust himself to say a word to Betsy now. Even when he takes me to the mill to meet her in the morning he only touches his hat and never says a word to her. I am sure his heart is most breaking. And Betsy is looking pale and thin. It is too bad, when she is to graduate now in a few weeks, and she is the favorite of her class, too, and now she won't look near so pretty as she should with her roses all turned to lilies. I'm going to come down to-morrow and tell you all about the show, Aunt Pearly Gates."
"Well, I ain't never seed a show an' they is some chu'ch numbers what claims they is mos'ly run by the debble, but I 'low I'd like ter see one fust rate. What kin' er show is it?"
"I think it's a vaudeville and there will be singing and dancing and acrobatic performances."
