Emmett At His Best

I saw Emmett in the Post Office yesterday. He held his straw hat in hand. He had the same pair of overalls on that I described earlier. His face was drawn and he looked very sad. I asked the usual question, “How is your tobacco, rain ain’t hurt it, I don’t reckon?” Emmett replied in a very low voice, ” Naw” Then I said. “Nobody sick , is there, you mother, sister?” Without change in facial expression Emmett replied, “No everybody ok. I just ordered me a wife from Sears & Roebucks. All they sent me was a darned old dress.”
Author: harold