“His second-best bed and bed furniture.”
It seems as if he hadn’t ort to done it; it seems as if she ort to had the best one. Howsumever, there might be reasons that I don’t know nothin’ of that influenced him. Mebby they’d had words over it; mebby she’d told him that she wouldn’t take it as a gift, and that he needn’t give it to her; mebby she thought it wuz extravagant in him to buy it, and throwed it in his face that as much as he paid for it, it wuz nothin’ but hens’ feathers, and the second-best bed, the one her ma had gin her, wuz as good agin and softer layin’.
I d’no, nor nobody don’t. Anyway, he willed it to her, and I presoom it wuz on this very bedstead it wuz put; it gin me queer emotions to look on’t, and a sight on ’em.
Wall, Martin sed that as the day wuz partially wasted, we might jest as well drive over and see Warwick Castle; it wuz only eight milds’ drive.
The old town of Warwick is about eighteen hundred years old, and dates back to the time of the Romans.
But, as Martin well sed, “Think of a town over eighteen hundred years old with only ten thousand inhabitants, and then,” sez he, a-leanin’ back in the carriage and puttin’ his thumbs in his vest pockets a-pityin’ and a-patronizin’ the Old World dretfully—
“Think of Chicago, about fifty years old and with a population of about forty hundred thousand”—he spread out the population a purpose. He owns lots of real estate in Chicago, and is always a-puffin’ it up.
Sez he, “They haven’t got public enterprise and push over here, as we have.”
But his tone kinder grated on my nerve somehow, and I spoke up and sez—
“They don’t base their reputation on a mob of folks, and beef and pork; they have sunthin’ more solider and more riz up like.”