“THE RELATION ON MAGGIE’S SIDE.”
No, he had sent his ships into a safer harbor; they wuz anchored in that divine sea where no storms can ever come.
And his face wuz calm with the heavenly calmness and peace of that sure harbor, that waveless sea.
Wall, the relation on Maggie’s side seemed to take a good deal of comfort a walkin’ round with his head up and his hand a playin’ with that heavy gold chain.
Good land! I should have thought he would have wore it out—he would if it hadn’t been made of good stuff.
And he would converse with Thomas Jefferson about political matters, and talk some with my Josiah and Cousin John—not much with the latter, because they wuzn’t congenial, as I have hinted at; and Cousin John Richard seemed to take as much agin comfort a bein’ off with the children, or a layin’ in the green grass a watchin’ the butterflies, or a talkin’ with Genieve and Victor.
And the Senator would compliment Maggie up to the skies. He wuz more’n polite to females, as is the way with such men; and he would write letters by the bushel, and get as many of ’em or more, and telegrams, and such. And little Raymond, poor little creeter, I believe took more comfort than he had before for some time.
He wuzn’t very deep, as I could see, he didn’t act over and above smart; but then, I sez to myself real ironikle, mebby this dulness is caused by lookin’ at the sun so much (his Pa used as a metafor).