“If that operation is one of the torments that the——the David keeps to torment the wicked with, it is a burnin’ shame that it should be used beforehand, here on earth, to torment other Christian folks with.”
I didn’t wait for him to answer, but I turned round with a real lot of dignity, and sailed out of the room. It was with a contented and happy feelin’ the next mornin’ that I collected together my cap box, and spectacle case, packed my satchel bag with my barred muslin night cap and night gown, and put my umberella into its gingham sheath (for it was a pleasant mornin’) and set, as you may say, my face homewards. I thought I would proceed right from Horace’s to the depott, and not come back agin to Miss Aster’ses. I paid my bill with a calm demeaner, though it galled me to see ’em ask such a price.
Jonothan Beans’es ex wife seemed to hate to have me go, she is one that don’t forget the days when she first went to grass. I told her to tell Miss Aster just how it was, that I felt as if I must go, for Josiah would be expectin’ me. But I would love to stay and get acquainted with her. But she had so much on her hands, such a gang to cook for, that I knew she didn’t have no time to visit with nobody. And I told her to be sure and tell Miss Aster, that she mustn’t feel particuler at all because we hadn’t visited together—but she must pay me a visit jest the same. Then I sent my best respects to Mr. Aster and the boys, and then I set out. Jest by the front door I met Betsey, and we both set sail for Horace’s.
A VISIT TO HORACE.
It was with a beatin’ heart that I stood at the door of the shop where Horace’es papers are made. And though he haint printed ’em alone since he was run up, as he did more formally, they told me I would be apt to find him at his old office.
I was jest a goin’ to knock when a boy came out, and says I,
“Bub, I want to see Horace.”
“Horace who?” says he.