But Victor smiled agin that sort of a amused smile, and yet a sort of a sad one too. And sez he:
“I am afraid this Nation has not got your sense of honor.”
He couldn’t help, I see, a kinder wishin’ that the Government would brace up and take over a few cargoes of ’em.
But he wuz dubersome.
But anyway he wuz bound they should get there some way. And I had a feelin’, as I looked at him, that the dark waves in front of him would part some way, and he would pass over into the light, he and his race.
Wall, jest about as he finished up his idees to me, Genieve come in lookin’ as pretty as a pink, and I got up and carried the thread into the house, willin’ to leave ’em alone for a little while, and I spoze—I spoze they wuz willin’ to have me go.
Yes, I hadn’t forgot what courtship wuz, when Josiah Allen come over to see me, sheepish but affectionate.
And I remember well how he would brighten up when Mother Smith would be obleeged to go out to get supper, or to strain the milk, or sunthin’ or other.
No, I hain’t forgot it, and most probable never shall.