And one or two on 'em mentioned the words, “cooin' doves” and “sweet tender flowerets,” as is the way of men at such times. But they wuz in too big a hurry to spread themselves (as you may say) in this direction. They had to hurry off to tell the great news to other places in Jonesville and up as fer as Loontown and Zoar.
But Sister Arvilly Lanfear, who happened to be a-standin' in the door as they went off, she said she heard 'em out as fer as the gate a-congratilatin' themselves and the Methodist Meetin' House and the nation on the decesion, for, sez they,
“Them angels hain't strong enough to set, and I've known it all the time.”
And Sister Sylvester Gowdy sez to me, a-rubbin' herachin' armpits—
“If they are as beet out as we be they'd be glad to set down on anything—a Conference or anything else.”
And I sez, a-wipin' the presperatin of hard labor from my forwerd,
“For the land's sake! Yes! I should think so.”
And then with giddy heads and strainin' armpits we tackled the meetin' house agin.
