CHAPTER XI.
Well, the next mornin’ Josiah come upstairs where I wuz makin’ up the spare bed, I had had it open airin’ it, and sez he, comin’ into the room excited and agitated:
“Samantha, Delight has burnt up the world!”
I had heard her cryin’ down below, but knew she wuz with him, so didn’t worry about her, and the next thing I knew, ontirely onexpected, he told me what had took place. The Babe had burnt up the world. It wuz thrillin’ and agitatin’ news, very. But I didn’t git excited and skairt as some wimmen would, I only sez coolly:
“When did she burn it up, Josiah?”
“Since you have been up here.”
Sez I calmly, wantin’ to come to the bottom of the matter. “Did you see her, Josiah Allen? Did you see Delight burn up the world?”
“Yes, I see her. I ketched her at it. How should I know,” sez he, in a surly tone, “that she had burnt it up, if I hadn’t seen her do it?”