But I wuz bound to have things carried on decent. So I sot the day most a week off, and I sent for Aunt Melinda and his children that wuz married, and the single one, and we had a quiet little weddin’, or it would have been, only the last thing that they done in the house before they left wuz to get the hull crew on ’em to bust out in a weddin’ song loud enough almost to raise the ruff.
Wall, Peter writ to Josiah that he hadn’t been lonesome sence it took place, not a minute.
And Melinda Ann writ to me that she hadn’t had a fit sence, nor a spazzum.
So, as I told Josiah Allen, our sufferin’s brung about good to two lonesome and onhappy and fitty creeters, and we ort to be thankful when we look back on our troubles and afflictions with ’em.
And he looked at me enough to take my head off, if a look could guletine, and sez he:
“Thankful! Oh, my gracious Heaven! hear her! Thankful!”
And his tone wuz such that I hain’t dasted to bring up the subject sence. No, I don’t dast to, but I do inside of me feel paid for all I went through.
PETER AND MELINDA ANN.