Sez he, a-puttin’ his right foot forward and standin’ braced up on it, sez he, “I shall wear this dress to meetin’ to-day!”
Sez I, “You won’t wear it, Josiah Allen!”
Sez he, “You know you are always lecturin’ me on bein’ polite. You know you told me a story about a woman who broke a china teacup a purpose because one of her visitors happened to break hern. You praised her up to me; and now I am actin’ out of almost pure politeness, and you want to break it up, but you can’t,” sez he, and he proceeded to git into the democrat.
Ury wuz a-standin’ with his hands on his sides, convulsed with laughter, and even the mair seemed to recognize sunthin’ strange, for she whinnered loudly.
Sez I in frigid axents, “Even the old mair is a whinnerin’, she is so disgusted with your doin’s, Josiah Allen.”
“The old mair is whinnerin’ for the colt!” sez he, and agin he put his foot on the lowest step.
Sez I, a-risin’ up in the democrat, “I’ll git out.”
“Wall,” sez I, a-risin’ up in the democrat, with dignity, “I’ll git out and stay to home. I will not go to church and see my pardner took up for wearin’ female’s clothin’.”
He paused with his foot on the step, and a shade of doubt swept over his liniment.