As become a woman of my cast-iron principles, I fixed up mostly on the inside of my head instead of the outside. I studied the map of the United States. I done several sums on the slate, to harden my mind, and help me grasp great facts, and meet difficulties bravely. I read Gass'es "Journal," how he rode up our great rivers on a perioger, and shot bears.
Says I firmly, and keepin' the same posture, "I am studyin' the face of the revered and noble G. Washington. I am going shortly to weep on his tomb and the capital he foundered. I am studyin' his face, and Gass'es 'Journal, and other works," says I. "If you are going to the capital, you had better study Dante." Says I, "Danty who?" And he says, "Just plain Dante."
I realized as I meandered along, that patriotism wus enwrappin' me from head to foot; for my polynay was long, and my head was completely full of Gass'es "Journal," and Starks'es "Life of Washington," and a few martyrs. I wus carryin' Dorlesky's errents. And my usial long green veil, with a lute-string ribbon run in, hung down on one side of my bunnet in its wonted way.