He’d always prided himself quite a good deal of his home in the city, and it is palatial and grand. But what comparison would it bear to this? Not even—
“Like moonshine unto sunshine,
Or like water unto wine.”
No; it wuz like a small kerosene lamp unto sunshine. And he felt it, Martin did. He didn’t patronize anybody for as much as three quarters of an hour after he left there. He give the hired man a good-sized piece of money, for I see him. It wuz so big that the man turned fairly pale, and called Martin “Your Highness.” He sez—
“When will Your Highness return again?”
So we come off with flyin’ colors, after all.
Wall, seein’ that we wuz so near, Martin thought we’d ride over to Haddon Hall, only a few milds away. This is one of the fine old buildin’s of the Middle Ages. It stands on a rocky eminence above the River Wye; over the great arched entrance is the arms of the Vernon family, who occupied it for three hundred and fifty years.
Her common-sense shoe.
As we passed in through a little door, cut in one of the broad sides of the gates, we see, on the rough stun thrasholt, the impression of a human foot, wore there by the innumerable feet of warriors, pilgrims, ladies, troubadors, children, kings, and queens, for all I know. Anyhow, she who wuz once Smith put her own common-sense shoe right into the worn footprint, and stood there, kinder on one foot, and had more’n eighty-seven emotions as she did so, and I d’no but eighty-nine or ninety.