She didn’t reply, but still looked sort o’ wonderin’ and queer.
And I sez—“I will write to-day to Philury to send you a paper bag full of the herbs, and a handful of spignut—that is dretful good for a cold, if he happens to git one, and boys will, goin’ barefooted and actin’.” Sez I, “Pour bilein’ water on ’em, and let ’em stand, and be sure the water biles.”
But at this minute their carriage driv up—they’d been a-walkin’ for exercise, I guess. And though I presoom they hated to leave me—hated to like dogs, they had to tear themselves away.
But they bowed real polite to me, and Ulaley held out her hand and shook hands. The Queen wuz busy with the little boy, but they both bowed real polite after they got into the carriage. And then they driv off.
The carriage wuzn’t nigh so showy as some we see, and the Queen Regent wuz dressed real plain.
I believe she’s a real likely woman, and if anything happens to her, and she should lose her property, I’d love to have her come and settle down in Jonesville—I’d love to neighbor with her first rate.
But I truly hope she won’t never have to make the move—I hope the little King will have his Pa’s good nater, and his Ma’s good sense and Christian sperit, and that Spain and he won’t have no fallin’ out, but do well by each other.
Wall, Martin and Alice went to a bull-fight. I waved off coldly Martin’s request to accompany and go with ’em, though Josiah wuz, for a minute, rampant to go.
But I didn’t encourage him in it.
He sez it would be sunthin’ to talk over with Ury and Deacon Bobbett when I got home.