But Josiah hurried me along at a fearful rate, for I had got my eye onto some lace that I wanted.
I did not want to be extravagant, but I did want some of that lace; I thought how it would set off that night-cap.
But he said "that Jonesville lace wuz good enough if I had got to have any; but," sez he, "I don't wear lace on my night-cap."
"No," sez I; "how lace would look on a red woollen night-cap!"
"Wall," sez he, "why don't you wear red woollen ones?"
Sez I, "Josiah, you're not a woman."
"No," sez he; "you wouldn't catch a man goin' to Persia for trimmin' for a night-cap."
His axents jarred onto me, and mechanically I follered him into the Moorish Palace.
One reason why I follered him so meekly and willin'ly, I didn't know but he would broach the subject of seein' them Persian wimmen dance.
And I felt that I would ruther give a hull churnin' of fall's butter than to have his moral old mind contaminated with the sight.