“Yassum, I guess it wasn’t,” said the Little Bit of a Girl. “But that ain’t the funny part. I was up to th’ hospital f’r weeks an’ weeks an’ weeks, an’ I was there on a bed, an’ by me on ’nother bed was a big man who had been blew up by a ’splosion somewhere. He use to talk to me, an’ we was good friends f’r quite a spell, an’ when his wife use to bring him flowers he use to give some of ’em to me when she was gone away, yassum.