But I didn't know that, as I say, and I said to my Josiah, after we went back into our room—
Sez I, "It must be that we do have a good look to us, Josiah Allen, or else that perfect stranger wouldn't treat us as he has."
"Perfect stranger!" sez Josiah. "Why, we have neighbored with him 'most a week. But," sez he, "you are right about our looks—we are dum good-lookin', both on us. I am pretty lookin'," says he, firmly, "though you hain't willin' to own up to it."
Sez he, "I dare presoom to say, he thought I would be a sort of a ornament to his rooms—kinder set 'em off. And you look respectable," sez he, sort o' lookin' down on me—
"Only you are too fat!" Sez he, "You'd be quite good-lookin' if it wuzn't for that."
And then we had some words.
And I sez, "It hain't none of our merits that angel looks at; it is his own goodness."
"Wall, there hain't no use in your callin' him an angel. You never called me so."
"No, indeed!" sez I; "I never had no occasion, not at all."
And then we had some more words—not many, but jest a few. We worship each other, and it is known to be so, all over Jonesville, and Loontown, and Zoar. And I spozed by that time that Chicago wuz a-beginnin' to wake up to the truth of how much store we sot by each other. But the fairest spring day is liable to have its little spirts of rain, and they only make the air sweeter and more refreshin'.