Samantha at the World's Fair by Marietta Holley
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I don't think she meant my singin'--Josiah did when we talked it over afterwards. He believed it firm. I believe I wuz a-moralizin' of her, and should have done good if I hadn't been broke in on. But all of a sudden Josiah Allen fairly bust into the house, all wrought up, and fearful excited. He had been a-talkin' with Deacon Henzy out by the gate, and I spoze Deacon Henzy had disseminated some new news to him. But anyway he wuz crazy with a wild and startlin' idee. [Illustration: A-talkin' with Deacon Henzy.] He wanted to set off to once to the Equinomical Counsel, which he said wuz a-goin' to be held by the male Methodists in Washington, D.C. And, sez he-- "Samantha, git my fine shirt and my best necktie to once, for I want to start on the noon train." "What for?" sez I coldly; for I discourage his wild projects all I can. I have to act like a heavy weight in a clock movin' half the time, or he would be jest swept to and frow like a pendulum. It makes me feel queer. |
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