But he sprunted up and sez, “You seem to be settlin’ things all your own way. I should think that I ort to have some say in it. Whose funeral is it, I’d like to know, we’re talkin’ about?”
But I sez, “I don’t want to hear another word of sech talk, and I won’t.” And I riz up and sallied off to bed, and in sweet slumber that man soon forgot all his stylish ambitions.
Wall, the next day we sot off to Dublin, and havin’ arrived there with no casualities worth mentionin’, we settled down in a good-sized tarvern, and after a little rest we meandered around to see the sights of the place.
Martin said that he wanted to visit the great manafacturys where Irish Poplin is made, as he had some friends who wuz interested in that trade, and that it would be expected of him.
And I then mentioned to Josiah, seein’ that he wuz right here at the headquarters, perhaps it would be best for me to buy a gray poplin dress. I knew it would last like iron.
But Josiah said with deep earnestness, that if I only knew how much better he liked my old gray parmetty dress to home I never would speak on’t. Sez he, “You look perfectly beautiful in it, and there is so many associations connected with it.”
Sez I, “I should think there would be, seein’ I’ve worn it stiddy for upwards of eighteen years without alterin’ it.”
“Wall,” sez he, “it is a perfect beauty, and you look lovely in it.”
He hadn’t been so complimentary to me for upwards of fourteen years, and I wuz touched by it, and gin up the thought of gittin’ a new dress.
Oh! how many, many wimmen have done the same thing under the same circumstances.