Josiah’s Alarm.
When we had the furnace put into our new house, the man who built the house, and the agent who sold it, acted awful skairt.
The agent talked dretful skairful. He said we would be too hot. He said, “In every other respect it wuz a perfect furnace, only it would be liable to heat us up too much.”
By the contract Josiah wuz to give a big hefty price for the furnace, and this wuz the one they brung.
Wall, finally the agent talked so much about the awful amount of heat it would throw out that Josiah got skairt, and he sez,—
“I guess we had better get a smaller one, Samantha. How it would look to have a sunstroke in the winter!” sez he. “It would mortify me to have one myself, or have you.”
This wuz before they got it sot up. But I sez,—
“Be calm, Josiah Allen. Don’t let’s be too hasty in our movements. I dare persume to say we may suffer from the heat ofttimes. But you know it is three or four sizes smaller than the one we laid out to have.”
