But no, I found she wuz resusitated. I found her a-settin’ on the regester in the dinin’-room floor, the heat turned on to its utmost capacity, and she wuz a-sewin’ on the carpet.
But she looked blue, and her frame shook. And she said she wuz cold, bitter cold.
And she sez to me, in gloomy axents,—
“How are you a-goin’ to stand it through the winter?”
My soul wuz racked with the same agonizin’ apprehensions. But I tried to be calm; I wuz cool, I know,—freezin’ cool.
Wall, that afternoon I made a voyalent effort to have that furnace took out, and a bigger one put in, and one that had a warmer circulation and a more healthy constitution inside of it.
“For,” sez I, “if we enter this house with that furnace in it, we shall all likewise perish.”
I thought mebby if I used a skriptural term the man would hear to me, seein’ he wuz a perfesser.
But no, he stood firm. He said “we hadn’t tested it sufficient.” And the rest of the men a-standin’ round with blue noses, all jined in with him:
“No, we hadn’t tested it.”