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When the toilet was completed, and Samantha was emptying the tub, Gay climbed on the bureau and imprinted sloppy kisses of sincere admiration on the radiant reflection of herself in the little looking-glass; then, getting down again, she seized her heap of Minerva Court clothes, and, before the astonished Samantha could interpose, flung them out of the second-story window, where they fell on the top of the lilac bushes.
And the time I would have to spend in study in order to vote intelligent, I feel as if that time I must use in strugglin' to promote the welfare and happiness of my Samantha. No, I dassent vote, I dassent another time. Again, another reason. I have a little grandchild growin' up around me. I owe a duty to her. I must dandle her on my knee. I must teach her the path of virtue and happiness.
Sez I, "I don't believe it can be done. How would you go to work to do it?" Sez he, "It would be fur from me, Samantha, to muddle up a woman's brains any more than they be muddled naturally, tryin' to inform her how this is done. I only say there will be a mullin' winder in the house." Sez I, "Hain't you goin' to have a bay winder?" "That depends on whether there will be room for the bay.
Josiah studied their costoom with happy interest, but a deep shade of anxiety darkened his mean as they would spread out their wares before me, and he sez with a axent of tender interest: "If you knew, Samantha, how much more beautiful you looked to me in your cameo pin you would never think of appearin' in diamonds and rubies."
When the next morning came, Dabney Kinzer was a more than usually early riser, for he felt that he had waked up to a very important day. "Dabney," exclaimed his mother, when he came in to breakfast, "did I not tell you to put on your other suit?" "So I have, mother," replied Dab: this is my other suit." "That?" exclaimed Mrs. Kinzer. "So it is!" cried Keziah. "So it isn't," added Samantha.
It waz big and sort a egg shaped, and open worked, and both his feet wuz strapped down tight onto it, and he wuz a pushin' himself round the room with his umberell. And I sez, "What is the matter now, Josiah Allen; what are you a doin' now?" "Oh I am a walkin' on snow-shoes, Samantha!
For poor little Timothy Jessup had heard his fate for the second time, and knew that he must "move on" again, for there was no room for him at the White Farm. The Village. Lyddy Pettigrove was dead. Not one person, but a dozen, had called in at the White Farm to announce this fact and look curiously at Samantha Ann Ripley to see how she took the news.
And sez he, as he took his change back, "Do you know what you're doin'? You're drivin' Samantha and me away from this place, and Blandina." And sez he, with an air of shootin' his sharpest arrer, "We shall go to Miss Huff's to-morry." And so we did. Blandina and I wanted to go there in the first place, so we felt well about it.
"Well, mebby you'd ruther be one of the attractions of the Pike, Samantha. I hain't goin' to limit you to one thing. As the pardner of the originator of this stupengous scheme you are entitled to respect. There is where Napoleon, the other great actor in these twin dramas, missed it, he didn't use his wife as he ort to. But jest see the wonderful similarity in these cases.
"Why, I hain't seen you look so sort o' skairful and riz up, for years, Samantha." "I hain't felt so. To think of the brink you wuz a standin' on, and jest a fallin' off of." Josiah looked quite bad. And he put his hand on his side, and says, "My heart beats as if it wuz a tryin' to get out and walk round the room. I do believe I have got population of the heart."
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