I cut it out by my nightgown pattern and made it fuller—it looked well. It wuz a brown and red stripe, tied down in front with lute string ribbin, that I paid as high as 14 cents a yard for, and thought it none too good for the occasion; I thought in case of a panick at sea, and I had to appear in it, I wouldn’t begrech the outlay for the ribbin.
And then, agin, seein’ we wuzn’t to any extra expense for the voyage, I thought it wuzn’t extravagant in us to lanch out in clothes, or that is, lanch out some in ’em, not too fur.
For I didn’t believe in goin’ through Europe follered by a dray full of trunks.
No; I felt that two large satchels, that we could carry ourselves, wuz what the occasion demanded.
That wuz our first thought, though we afterwards decided to take a trunk.
Of course I took my mantilly, with tabs. It wuz jest as good as it ever wuz, and a big woollen shawl to wear when it wuz cold on the steamer. And my good, honorable bunnet, with my usual green baize veil to drape it gracefully on the left side.
My umbrell, it is needless to say, occupied its usual place in my outfit—protection from storms and tramps and other dangers, and it could also be used for a cane.
Noble utensil! I would have felt lost indeed to have missed it from its accustomed place at my right hand.
As I say, Al Faizi come back and found us engrossed in preperations and study.
I with my Atlas, and Josiah carefully brushin’ his dressin’-gown, though there wuzn’t a speck of dust on it, and a-smoothin’ out them tossels.