Performances of Man.'"

"Wall," sez I, "I'm glad on't. Men should be walked round and painted on
all sides to do justice to 'em.

"'Im real glad that you're a-goin' to canvas on his better side,
Arvilly."

"Yes," sez she, "men are amiable and noble creeters when you git to
understand 'em."

The change in her mean and her sentiments almost made my brain reel
under my slate-colored straw bunnet, and my knees fairly trembled under
my frame.

And, sez I, "Arvilly, explain to a old and true friend the change that
has come onto you."

So we withdrew our two selves to a sheltered nook, and there the story
wuz onfolded to me in perfect confidence, and it _must_ be _kep._ I will
tell it in my own words, for she rambles a good deal in her talk, and
that is, indeed, a fault in female wimmen.

Thank Heaven! I hain't got it.

It seems that when she sot out for the World's Fair with the "Wild,
Wicked, and Warlike Deeds of Man," she had only a dollar in her pocket,
but hoards and hoards of pluck and patience.

She canvassed along, a-walkin' afoot--some days a-makin' nothin' and