Jest as the Israelites did about the manny, and jest as You did when you
told your wife you would bring her home a present, and come home
early--and you bore her home a bracelet, at four o'clock in the mornin'.

And jest as I did when I said, under the influence of a stirring sermon,
that I wouldn't forgit it, and I would live up to it--wall, I hain't
forgot it.

But tenny rate, the upshot of the matter wuz that the nurse thought she
would keep half of the Master's orders--she wouldn't let The Little Maid
out of her sight.

So she hired a cab--she had plenty of money, Elnathan didn't stent her
on wages. He had his good qualities, Elnathan did.

And she and The Little Maid rolled away, down through the broad,
beautiful streets, lined with stately housen and filled with a throng of
gay, handsome, elegantly clothed men, wimmen, and children.

Down into narrower business streets, with lofty warehouses on each side,
and full of a well-dressed, hurrying crowd of business men--down, down,
down into the dretful street she had sot out to find.

With crazy, slantin' old housen on either side--forms of misery filling
the narrow, filthy street, wearing the semblance of manhood and
womanhood. And worst of all, embruted, and haggard, and aged childhood.

Filth of all sorts cumbering the broken old walks, and hoverin' over all
a dretful sicknin' odor, full of disease and death.