The House of Torchy

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Say, I thought I’d taken a sportin’ chance now and then before; but I was only kiddin’ myself. Believe me, this gettin’ married act is the big plunge. Uh-huh! Specially when it’s done offhand and casual, the way we went at it. My first jolt is handed me early in the mornin’ as we piles off the mountain express at this little flag stop up in Vermont, and a roly-poly gent in a horse-blanket ulster and a coonskin cap with a badge on it steps up and greets me cheerful. Ottasumpsit Inn? says he. Why, I expect so, says I, if that’s the way you call it. Otto-Otta-Yep, that listens something like it. You see, Mr. Robert had said it only once, when he handed me the tickets, and I hadn’t paid much attention. Aye gorry! says the chirky gent, gatherin’ up our hand luggage. Guess you’re the ones we’re lookin’ for. Got yer trunk-checks handy?