We see that their time wuz too valuable, and their own business devoured the hull on it. And we married Sisters, who wuz acestemed to the strange and mysterius ways of male men, we accepted the situation jest es we would any other mysterius dispensation, and didn't say nothin'.
Good land! We wuz used to curius sayin's and doin's, every one on us. Curius as a dog, and curiuser.
But Sister Meechim (onmarried), she is dretful questinin' and inquirin' (men don't like her, they say she prys into subjects she's no business to meddle with). She sez to Josiah:
“Why is it, Deacon Allen, that men deacons can carry on all sorts of business and still be deacons, while wimmen deacons are obleeged to give up all other business and devote themselves wholly to their work?”
“It is on account of their minds,” sez Josiah. “Men have got stronger minds than wimmen, that is the reason.”
And Sister Meechim sez agin—
“Why is it that wimmen deacons have to remain onmarried, while men deacons can marry one wife after another through a long life, that is, if they are took from 'em by death or a divorce lawyer?”
“Wall,” sez Josiah, “that, too, is on account of their brains. Their brains hain't so hefty es men's.”
But I jest waded into the argument then. I jest interfered, and sez in a loud, clear tone,
“Oh, shaw!”