The houses, with pinted ruffs and gabriel ends, are quaint and picturesque in the extreme, and interestin’.
Between the new and the old is a gulf, as there often is, but partly filled up with a R. R. Station, and statutes and gardens and handsome bridges are throwed acrost it.
New Edinburgh is laid out dretful handsome, with broad, wide streets and handsome buildin’s, and statutes and fountains and parks and everything else that it needs for its comfort; and it might have got along with less on ’em, it seemed to me. I rode through ’em, for Martin always said he wanted to view every city exhaustively.
And we did it every time we rid out with him; I come home perfectly exhausted. He wanted to see so much, so much, in sech a short, sech a very short time.
Yes, indeed!
Oh, dear me suz!
When Josiah and me went alone by ourselves we took as much agin comfort, for though mebby I didn’t see so many things, I see ’em much better. My brain didn’t reel nigh so much, nor my spectacles wobble so.
Why, with Martin I would no sooner git them specs sot on anything, a steeple or anything, but them poor specs would have to do as poor little Joe did, that Dickens wrote about, “move along,” and move lively, too.
I wuz sorry for ’em and for the eyes under ’em.
Yes, indeed, I wuz!