Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.Yes, it's all over.All my things is packedAn' every last one o' them boxesIs on Bradley's teamBein' hauled over to th' depot1.No, I ain't goin' back agin.I'm stoppin' over to French's fer to-night,And goin' down first train in th' mornin'.Yes, it do seem kinder queerNot to be goin' to see Cherry's Orchard3 no more,But Land Sakes! When a change's comin',Why, I al'ays say it can't come too quick.Now, that's real kind o' you,Your doughnuts is always so tasty.Yes, I'm goin' to Chicago,To my niece,She's married to a fine man, hardware business,An' doin' real well, she tells me.Lizzie's be'n at me to go out ther for the longest while.She ain't got no kith nor kin2 to Chicago, you knowShe's rented me a real nice little flat,Same house as hers,An' I'm goin' to try that city livin' folks say's so pleasant.Oh, yes, he was real generous,Paid me a sight o' money fer the Orchard;I told him 'twouldn't yield nothin' but stones,But he ain't farmin' it.Lor', no, Mis' Priest,He's jest took it to set and look at the view.Mebbe he wouldn't be so stuck on the viewEf he'd seed it every mornin' and night for forty yearSame's as I have.I dessay it's pretty enough,But it's so pressed into meI c'n see't with my eyes shut.No. I ain't cold, Mis' Priest,Don't shut th' door.I'll be all right in a minit.But I ain't a mite4 sorry to leave that view.Well, mebbe 'tis queer to feel so,An' mebbe 'taint5.My! But that tea's revivin'.Old things ain't always pleasant things, Mis' Priest.No, no, I don't cal'late on comin' back,That's why I'd ruther be to Chicago,Boston's too near.It ain't cold, Mis' Priest,It's jest my thoughts.I ain't sick, only --Mis' Priest, ef you've nothin' ter take yer time,An' have a mind to listen,Ther's somethin' I'd like ter speak aboutI ain't never ment
