He didn’t want him to stay, I could see that, and he spoke as if he wuz on intimate terms with angels, a perfect conoozer in ’em.
But I sez, “Not all of Heaven’s angels have wings, Josiah Allen, not yet; but,” sez I, “they are probble a-growin’ the snowy feathers on ’em onbeknown to ’em.”
CHAPTER III.
OFF INTO SIDE PATHS.
Wall, the upshot of the matter wuz Al Faizi stayed right there for weeks. He seemed to have plenty of money, and I d’no what arrangement he and Josiah did make about his board, but I know that Josiah acted after that interview with him in the back yard real clever to him, and didn’t say a word more aginst the idee of his not bein’ there.
(Josiah is clost.)
As for me, I would have scorned to have took a cent from him, feelin’ that I got more’n my pay out of his noble but strange conversation.
But Josiah is the head of the family (or he calls himself so).
And mebby he is some of the time.
But suffice it to say, Al Faizi jest stayed and made it his home with us, and peered round, and took journeys, and tried to find out things about our laws and customs.