It is a handsome structer of gun metal. One gun took at each of the Duke’s victories bein’ melted to make it. Twelve horses wuz needed to draw this car—it broke through the pavement in many places.
As I wuz a-explainin’ this to Alice, I hearn Josiah say to Adrian:
“On account of his legs and arms bein’ so heavey, I spoze, and his bein’ so great.”
And then I had to explain to that child agin that his greatness wuz not his heft by the steelyards, nor his bein’ called iron wuzn’t because he wuz made of cast iron.
I guess Adrian understood it—I guess he did. But Josiah Allen wuz a drawback to correct information—indeed, he wuz.
For as we wended on I hearn him explain how this cathedral wuz sot on fire in 1590 by a woman called Anne Domono.
Sez Adrian, “She was a bad woman, wasn’t she?”
“Yes,” sez Josiah, “old Domono probble had his hands full with her.”
“Yes,” sez Josiah with a deep sithe, “old Domono probble had his hands full with her—she wuz a fiery creeter.”