“I did hear the voices.”
Wall, the feelin’s I had as I stood in that spot couldn’t be counted—no, not on a typewriter.
The Common Sense felt that a statute to her ort to be useful, as well as ornamental, so they made it into a sort of a waterin’ trough. And the statute hain’t what it ort to be, but my imagination filled out the details, and I see as I look at it the rapt face of the little maiden of thirteen a-lookin’ up with illumined eyes as she received the message; I see her a noble conqueror, clad in armor, stand by her young king as she see him crowned; I see her noble face uplifted to Heaven as the flames mounted about her; I hearn her say—
“I did hear the voices.”
But my reflections wuz cut short by the words:
“Well, I believe tourists usually make a short stay here; it is comparatively uninteresting. This combination of trough and monument is remarkably uninteresting, and not to be copied by Americans.
“Though considering the small water power France possesses, compared with our own great water-courses, I can’t perhaps criticise their methods so much.” This I heard on the right of me, then on the left of me Josiah’s voice—
“This has put a crackin’ good idee into my head, Samantha. You know the trough out east of the horse barn, Ury might kinder chop out a statute of me and nail it on top of it; it would be highly esteemed by my fellow-townsmen. He could put on it, you know, ”Deacon and salesman in the cheese factory.“ They’d praise the trough highly, and I’ll have Ury begin it jest as quick as I git home; I’ve got a good block of hickory over to the saw-mill.”
I sithed deep and turned away, and I see Al Faizi’s rapt face a-lookin’ beyend the statute—fur beyend, on sunthin’ that Martin and Josiah couldn’t see if they lived to be as old as Metheuseleah.
Alice looked real sweet and dreamy, too. Adrian wuz playin’ in the water.