Josiah sed he had stayed as long as he wanted to, and he should be glad to git into Spain with his dressin’-gown on, and set down a spell.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
CATHEDRALS AND CASTLES IN SPAIN.
I wuz not sorry to be on the train agin on our way to Irun, which wuz the first town of Spain we entered, and here we wuz ushered into the Custom House.
Our baggage wuz all took into the station and spread out on long counters and examined.
Politer creeters I don’t want to see than them Spaniards wuz. And the language they spoke amongst themselves wuz as soft as silk and as kinder soothin’ and sweet. And they didn’t hurt our baggage a speck, though Josiah’s anxiety as they opened his satchel wuz extreme.
He sez to me, “Like as not they’ll spile that dressin’-gown.”
“How could they spile it?” I whispered back.
“Why,” sez he, “them tossels could be hurt easy. I shall have to comb ’em out agin as quick as we stop.”
He had a awful coarse comb with him, and he did spend hours a-combin’ out them red tossels that he ort to spend on his own head, or on his Bible.