“And no matter what is put into ’em—men, wimmen, colored folks or white ones—get the right weight to ’em, the hull caboodle of ’em, black or white, rich or poor, bond or free.
“She will get along as well agin, and take more comfort herself.
“It must have been a tejus job for her to be a standin’ up there a weighin’ things as blind as a bat.”
But sez I, as I kinder come to myself, and glanced up at the little clock over the bureau:
“I am a eppisodin’, a eppisodin’ out loud, and to a greater extent than I ort to, and it is bedtime,” sez I.
Genieve looked sort o’ bewildered and strange, and said “she had enjoyed my talk,” and I dare presume to say she had, for she hain’t one to lie.
But it wuz bedtime, and I went to my own peaceful room. My beloved pardner wuz fast asleep and a dreamin’ most likely about the farm and Ury; and if he dreamed some about Philury, I didn’t care, I hain’t one of the jealous kind. And I knew his dreams would be perfectly moral and well-behaved ones anyway.
“MISERY.”