I don’t spoze I could ever git to be nigh so graceful as she is.
Al Faizi wuz interested in seein’ the birthplace of Alphonse Karr—he had read his works.
Wall, there wuz one place I wanted to see dretfully on our journey to Paris, and Al Faizi and Alice wanted to see it too. And that wuz the place where the Maid of Orleans wuz executed in 1431. I mentioned to Martin our desires.
And he sez, “Joan of Ark? What Ark,” sez he, “is that? I am not familiar with any such personage,” sez he.
Sez I, “You can call her that, or you can call her Jennie Dark; you can call it either way.”
“I don’t know any Ark or Dark,” sez he. “Was she a woman of any note? Was her calling a high one?” sez he.
“About as high as you git here below,” sez I. “She heard voices from above; angels talked with her and guided her on her way.” And I went on and related her history, brief though impressive, comin’ to me through Thomas J.
Sez Martin, “I don’t approve of following up any such impostors; I don’t believe in any such doings. Common sense don’t bear them out.”
Sez I mildly, “Mebby Oncommon Sense is needed to comprehend it, Martin.”
But he wuz obdurate, till Alice told him in her sweet way that she would really love to go there.