And sez he agin, “You talk like a fool! America is good to the poor. Look at So-and-so, and So-and-so, and So-and-so,” sez he, a-bringin’ my attention to some of the most shinin’ lights in the field of philanthropy and jestice.
Sez I, a-drawin’ his attention to the good philanthropic works in France—sez I, “Paris had also her So-and-so, and So-and-so, and So-and-so before the Rain of Terror.”
And agin I gin several sithes and a few groans.
But my pardner looked cross as a bear, and dog tired.
So, as allegorin’ and eppisodin’ must yield to the powers of affection, I mekanically follered him in silence through the halls, Martin and the children bein’ in another part of the buildin’ and Al Faizi somewhere a-lookin’ or a-takin’ notes in a noble way—I hain’t a doubt of it.
But we all rejoined each other, and sot off home to dinner amid Josiah’s great rejoicin’.
Wall, Martin took us to the Zoological Garden, where we see all the dumb creeters that ever wuz made, it seemed to me; and all used so first-rate that it wuz a comfort to me to see ’em. Great big cages, where they could roam round some and enjoy themselves.
Josiah at the London “Zoo.”
And wuzn’t it a pleasure to see all the beautiful birds, of every color and plume, from every country from Eden down, a-playin round in the trees and in the ambient air? The cages as big as a door-yard, with trees in ’em, where they can fly round in the branches. And water birds with their own ponds to float in; and sea birds with real sea-shores fixed up for ’em.