“What wuz it?” sez I, still more coldly; for I can’t bear deceit, and coverin’ up.
“Oh, it wuz a house, and a tree, and a barn, and things.”
“A great seen to scream about,” sez I. “It would probable have stood there till you got back, but you couldn’t seem to wait.”
“No, I have noticed that you always wanted to see things to once. I have noticed it in you.”
“I could most probable have waited till you got back, to see a house and a tree.” And in still more—frigid axents, I added, “Or a barn.” And I sez, kinder sarkastikly, “You enjoyed your ride, I s’pose.”
“Immensely, it wuz perfectly beautiful! So sort a free and soarin’ like. It is jest what suits a man.”
“You’d better go right over it agin,” sez I.
“Yes,” sez the man who runs the cars. “You’d better go agin.”
“Oh no,” sez Josiah.
“Why not?” sez I.