“Wall,” sez I, “Lord or not, he acts like a fool!” Sez I, “He might lower his nose once in awhile to rest it.”
Truly, he held it right up in the air the hull of the time.
But come to find out, that feller wuz a Grocer’s clerk, who wuz a-makin’ his first trip, and felt as if Heaven and earth wuz a-watchin’ and admirin’ his move.
And the Lord we found out wuz a short, square-built man, dressed in rough tweed, so jolly and full of fun that his wife had to hold him back all the time.
She would have been glad to had him put on some dignity and things, but he wouldn’t.
The lord with a pink paper suit on.
One night some pretty American girls give a dance, and they handed round some little favors that looked like big nuts, and when you opened ’em a hull tissue-paper suit come out on ’em, and that Lord come out with a pink paper suit on, and went round through the dance half bent, for the skirt wuz but short, with a woman’s ruffled cap on, and a dress.
His wife seemed to suffer agonies. Her pride ached, I spozed. But his didn’t; he wuz as happy as a lark, and didn’t put on any more airs than any common medder lark would.
I liked him first-rate, but that clerk wuz austere and exclusive to the last. He wouldn’t mingle with us.