Samantha at the World's Fair

The minute we passed the gate we wuz overwhelmed with the onspeakable aspect of the buildin's--See page 226.
It wuz a beautiful evenin' in Jonesville, and the World. The Earth wuz a-settin' peaceful and serene under the glowin' light of a full moon and some stars, and I sot jest as peaceful and calm under the meller light of our hangin' lamp and the blue radiance of my companion's two orbs.
Two arm-chairs covered with handsome buff copper-plate wuz drawed up on each side of the round table, that had a cheerful spread on't, and a basket of meller apples and pears.
Dick Swiveller, our big striped pussy-cat (Thomas J. named him), lay stretched out in luxurious ease on his cushion, a-watchin' with dignified indulgence the gambollin' of our little pup dog. He is young yet, and Dick looked lenient on the innocent caperin's of youth.
Dick is very wise.
The firelight sparkled on the clean hearth, the lamplight gleamed down onto my needles as I sot peaceful a-seamin' two and two, and the same radiance rested lovin'ly on the shinin' bald head of my pardner as he sot a-readin' his favorite production, the World .
All wuz relapsted into silence, all wuz peace, till all to once my pardner dropped his paper, and sez he—
Samantha, why not write a book on't?
It started me, comin' so onexpected onto me, and specially sence he wuz always so sot aginst my swingin' out in Literatoor.
I dropped two or three stitches in my inward agitation, but instinctively I catched holt of my dignity, and kep calm on the outside.
And sez I, Write a book on what, Josiah Allen?
Oh, about the World's Fair! sez he.