He wuz full of enthusiasm and eagerness, and did not brook anything of the beautiful mornin’ scene that wuz spread out in the open winder before him.
The cool, sweet mornin’ air a comin’ in through the clusters of climbin’ roses, and through the tall boughs of a big old orange-tree that stood between him and the sunshine.
Its glossy green leaves wuz new washed by a shower that had fell over night, and it looked like a bride decked for her husband, with garlands of white and pink posies, and anon the round, shinin’ globes of the ripe fruit hangin’ like apples of gold right in amongst the sweet blows and green leaves.
And way beyend the fields and orchards of Belle Fanchon stood the tree-crowned mountain, and the sun wuz jest over the top, so the pine-trees stood out dressed in livin’ green aginst the glowin’ sky.
It wuz a fair seen, a fair seen.
But my companion heeded it not. He had read some eloquent and powerful speech the evenin’ before, and his mind had started off on a new tact.
His ambition was rousted up agin to do and to dare, as it had been so many times before (see accounts of summer boarders, tenants, political honors, etc., etc., etc., etc., and so forth).
And sez he, a holdin’ the towel dreamily in his hands, “Samantha, my mind is made up.”
I had not roze up yet, and I sez calmly from my piller, where I lay a drinkin’ in the fair mornin’ scene:
“It wuzn’t a very hefty job, wuz it?”