“That is because his heart is pure,” sez I, “like that Mr. Gallyhed I heard Thomas J. read about; you know it sez:
“‘His strength is as the strength of ten
Because his heart is pure.’
“And oh!” sez I agin, “how I would love to see him and Waitstill Webb married, and happy.”
“So would I,” sez Phila. “Oh, it is such a beautiful state, matrimony is.”
“And he needs a wife,” sez I. “You know he wouldn’t stay with his uncle but said he must live with his people who needed him, so he boards there at the Widder Pooler’s.”
“Yes,” sez Phila, “and though she worships him, she had rather any day play the part of Mary than of Martha––she had rather be sittin’ at his feet and learnin’ of him––than 43 cookin’ good nourishin’ food and makin’ a clean, sweet home for him. But he don’t complain.”
“What a companion Waitstill would be for him?” I sez agin.
“Yes,” sez Phila, “but I don’t believe she will ever marry any one, she looks so sad.”
“It seems jest if they wuz made for each other,” sez I, “and I know he worships the ground she walks on. But I don’t know as she will ever marry any one after what she has went through,” and I sithed.