CHAPTER V.
HOW AN ABSENT-MINDED MAN, THAT HATED WOMEN,
TOOK A HOUSE BY THE WATER-SIDE,
AND LIVED THEREIN WITH ONE SERVANT.
"Well, sir," said Caleb Trotter, when the boat was pushed off, "what do 'ee think of 'em?"
Mr. Fogo, whose wits had been wool-gathering, came to himself with a start. "I think they are very good people."
"You may say that! The likes o' those Twins you won't see again, not ef you live to be a hundred. Seems to me," he went on reflectively, "that Natur', when she turned out the fust, got so pleased wi' herself that she was bound to try her hand at a dooplicity, just to relieve her feelin's."
"A what?"
"A dooplicity, sir, otherwise another of the same identical."
"Oh, I see."
"Iss, sir. 'Tes like that rhyme about the Force o' Natur' what cudn' no furder go, and you can't do 't agen, not ef you try all you know."