But I wouldn’t gin in to the idee, though he as good as sed that he stood ready to buy a new wash-dish for the venter.
But economy prevailed, not common sense, but jest closeness. I see in his mean that he wuz givin’ up the idee, as I told him that with the care I would give it the wash-dish we had would last for years and years.
Wall, we got to London in what ort to be the daytime, but it wuz as dark as pitch with fog, and how we wuz ever goin’ to git through them streets, full of blackness and roar, roar and blackness, wuz more’n I could tell.
I leaned back in that omnibus time and agin durin’ that trip, truly feelin’ that my hour had come.
As Josiah told me afterwards, in talkin’ it over—I wuz a-dwellin’ on my feelin’s durin’ the epock, and he wanted to outdo me, I guess, and sez he—
“I know jest how you felt, Samantha; I too felt, in the words of another, as if ‘every breath I drawed would be my next.’”
Sez I, “You meant your last.”
“Yes,” sez he, “my last; it wuz a dretful time.”
“Wall,” sez I, “I put my trust in Providence—a good deal of the time I did.”
“Yes,” sez he, “so did I. I wuz jest ground down to it that I had to.”