Tirz. A. We shall have to any way, for father forgot to take the kerosine can, and there hain’t a lamp in the house that we can light. But oh, dear, how it does look here, mother. I never in my hull life see our house look as it does to-night. It would mortify me most to death if any body should come in.
Sam. Wall, there hain’t no danger of anybody comin’ Monday; and we will slick up the first thing in the morning. But bein’ up all night with Thomas Jefferson, and then havin’ to wait on the Elder, and doin’ our Monday’s work in the atternoon, has about used me up, and if you think you can finish up Tirzah Ann, I will soak my feet and go to bed. I am afraid I am goin’ to be awful sick. I feel sick to my stomach all of a sudden, and every bit of noise goes through my head like a sword.
Wid. D. Let me get you some warm water, Samantha. Here, put your feet right into it; and here, put your night-cap on. Oh dear me, how much that sickness to the stomach makes me think of Doodle. Do you feel better, Samantha?
Sam. I shan’t feel any better till I get to bed.
Enter Josiah.
Tirz. A. Why, what is the matter father?
Josiah (groaning). Oh! I have been took with a dumb creek in my back. Give me some of that linement quick, and rub it onto my shoulders, Tirzah Ann. What is the matter with your mother? Is she sick?
Wid. D. Oh yes; Samantha is awful sick—took sudden—and there is Thomas J. up stairs sick abed. If there was ever a distressed house, this is the house.
Tirz. A. It looks distressed, anyway.
Wid. D. Josiah, won’t you try some of the Green Mounting salve?