“Yes, I am Ury,” says he, lookin', I thought, kinder disappointed and curious.
“Where is Philury?” says I faintly.
“She has gone on her tower,” says he.
Says I, “Then, you be a ghost: you hain't Ury, and you needn't say you be.”
But jest at that minute in come Josiah Allen a snickerin'; and says he,—
“I have done it now, Samantha. I have done somethin' now, that is new and uneek.”
And as he see my strange and awful looks, he continued, “You know, you always say that you want a change now and then, and somethin' new, to pass away time.”