Her face had a good look to it, too, that made me think that she wuz a-goin’ to make—
“A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort and command,
And yet a spirit still and bright,
With something of an angel’s light.”
Al Faizi felt this, I see—I could see that by his face. But I knew, havin’ seen her tired out and kinder fraxious when her shoes hurt her feet or a hairpin pierced her, or her cosset pinched her, etc., I knew she wuz a creeter—
“Not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.”