That is a woman’s speah.”
“The above are my sentiments,” says she, as she folded up the paper.
“I am a married woman,” says I, “and I hain’t got nothin’ to say aginst marryin’, especally when Josiah’s back is turned, I don’t believe in bein’ underhanded. But there are a great many widows and unmarried wimmen in the world, what are they to do?”
“Let them take heed to these glorious and consoling words,
“‘It is matrimony, it is matrimony
That is a woman’s speah.’”
“Shet up about your speahs,” says I, gettin wore out, “You may sing it Betsey Bobbet, and ministers may preach it, and writers may orate about it, that it is women’s only speah to marry, but what are you goin’ to do? Are you goin’ to compel men to marry all the wimmen off?” says I, with a penetratin’ look onto Betsey.
A WOMAN’S RIGHTS.