Truly the hour we spent there wuz long, long to be remembered.
And after we reluctantly left the Hall of Melody, the music still swelled out and come to our ears in hauntin' echoes.
Josiah had wandered away to a little distance to see sunthin' or ruther that had attracted his attention, and I stood still, lost in thought, and almost by the side of myself, a-listenin' to the low, sobbin' music of the band.
A-listenin' to the low, sobbin' music.
I wuz almost by the side of myself with my rapt emotions when I hearn a voice that recalled me to myself—
"Drusilla, I'm clean beat out."
"Are you, Deacon Sypher? Wall, it is because you are so smart, and see so much."
Truly, thinkses I, it don't take much smartness to see much in this place.
But instinctively with that idee come the thought—nobody but Drusilla Sypher could or would make that admirin' remark.