And then, after he went out, he opened the door agin and stuck his head in and sez:
"Don't be too hard on him"
And then he shet the door quick, before I could say a word. But good land! I didn't care. I knew I could say what I wanted to with my faithful pen—and I am bound to say it.
JOSIAH ALLEN'S WIFE, Bonny View,
near Adams, New York,
Oct. 14th, 1890.
CONTENTS.
| [CHAPTER XVIII.] [CHAPTER XIX.] [CHAPTER XX.] [CHAPTER XXI.] [CHAPTER XXII.] |
CHAPTER XVIII.
Josiah's face wuz smooth and placid, he hadn't took a mite of sense of what I had been a-sayin', and I knew it. Men don't. They know at the most it is only talk, wimmen hain't got it in their power to do anything. And I s'pose they reason on it in this way—a little wind storm is soon over, it relieves old Natur and don't hurt anything.