Samantha at the World's Fair by Marietta Holley
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page 391 of 569 (68%)
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We stopped and visited quite a spell, real affectionate and agreeable. Oh, what a interestin' couple our son and his wife are! and Isabelle is a girl of a thousand. Krit had gone on to Dakota, on business, they said, but wuz comin' back anon--or mebby before. Truly, if anybody had kep track of their pride and self-conceit, and counted how many times it fell, and fell hard, too, durin' the World's Fair, it would have been a lesson to 'em on the vanity of earthly things, and a good lesson in rithmetic, too. Why, they couldn't tell the number of times unless they could go up into millions, and I d'no but trillions. Why, it would keep a-fallin' and a-fallin' the hull durin' time you wuz there, if you kep watch on it to see; but truly you didn't have no time to, no more'n you did your breathin', only when it took a little deeper fall than common, and then as it lay prostrate and wounded, it drawed your attention to it. Now, at Jonesville, the neighborin' wimmen had envied and looked up to my transportation facilities. Miss Gowdy and she that wuz Submit Tewksbury would often say to me-- "Oh, if I had your way of gittin' round--if I could only have your way of goin' jest where you want to and when you want to!" |
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