I ain’t heard a word from you since the last time; so I take my pen in
hand to let you know that, if you sent any money to me, we’re both
loser, ’cause it ain’t never came as yet.
Also I write to let you know that I ain’t had no streak of luck lately.
I went up to have a talk with Emmeline, but her uncle was there—which
hampers conversation to some extent. I says to her:
“Emmeline, when you married me, you took me for better or worse, didn’t
you?”