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Well, Josiah would come home Sundays all wrought up and enthusiastick boastin' what a model house it wuz, jest perfect, and what new and magnificent discoveries he had made to lighten labor, which he wuz goin' to git patented and probable make our everlastin' fortune, as well as make Tirzah Ann perfectly happy.
Yes, says I, though am no o' the boastin' kind, 'Davit had maist richt to be there next to Pete 'imsel'. Ou, Jess. . . .
He's one o' the right sort, let me tell ye. None o' your boastin', bustin' critters, like Gashford, but a quiet, thinkin' man, as is ready to tackle any subject a'most in the univarse, but can let his tongue lie till it's time to speak. He can hold his own, too wi' man or beast. Ain't he friendly wi' little Tolly Trevor? He'll shake his arm out o' the socket if he don't take care.
Bolster and I believe he knew that we wuz from York State, and did it partly in a boastin' way he begun most to once to prove that Chicago wuz the only place in America at all suitable to hold the World's Fair in.
An' this yer bogspavined Kansas sunflower goes up an' daown the length o' the country, traded off an' traded on, boastin' as he's shed women an' childern. I don't say as a woman in a buggy ain't a fool.
This ain't boastin'; land knows I'm fur from that. I was brought up in this town and even when I was a girl at school there was only one boy I cared two straws about. He and I went to picnics together and to parties and everywhere. Folks used to laugh and say we was keepin' comp'ny, even then. "Well, when I was eighteen, after father died, I went up to New Bedford to work in a store there.
First thing, I knew he was smilin' folksy straight at me, and liftin' one hand hesitatin', as if he wanted to give me the hail. "Well, old scout?" says I, haltin' on the first step. "Excuse me, Neighbor," says he, drawlin' it out deep and soft, "but be yo' goin' in thayah?" "I don't say it boastin'," says I, "but that was the intention."
"Many?" snorted Mottle-face, "there vos armies of 'em. But my feyther, as I think I mentioned afore, vere the bravest, boldest, best-plucked coachman as ever sat on a box." "I hope it runs in the family." "Sir, I ain't one give to boastin', nor yet to blowin' my own 'orn, but truth is truth, and it do!" "Good!" said the fussy gentleman, "very good!"
But thirty-two feet as high as Josiah, and his father, and his grandfather, and his great-grandfather, and his great-great-grandfather, and Ury on top. Where, where wuz my boastin'? Gone, washed away utterly on the sea of wonder and or.
There never was one single piece of it broke until Well, I used to say, long as she lived, there never was a piece broke, but long at the last I noticed she'd look kind o' distressed, an' I thought 'twas 'count o' me boastin'. When they asked if they should use it when the folks was here to supper, time o' her funeral, I knew she'd want to have everything nice, and I said 'certain. Some o' the women they come runnin' to me an' called me, while they was takin' of the chiny down, an' showed me there was one o' the cups broke an' the pieces wropped in paper and pushed way back here, corner o' the shelf.
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