“‘Did you go after her?’
“‘Yes; but she cotched it afore I cotched her.’
“‘How was that, Sam?’
“‘Why, she wanted to sarve him the same way, with an officer of the Russian Guards, and Mahomet caught her, sewed her up in a sack, and throwed her neck and crop into the Bosphorus, to fatten eels for the Greek ladies to keep Lent with.’
“‘Why, how could you be so unfortunate?’ said she.
“‘That’s a question I have often axed myself, Liddy,’ sais I; ‘but I have come to this conclusion: London and Paris ain’t no place for galls to be trained in.’
“‘So I have always said, and always will maintain to my dying day,’ she said, rising with great animation and pride. ‘What do they teach there but music, dancing, and drawing? The deuce a thing else; but here is Spanish, French, German, Italian, botany, geology, mineralogy, icthiology, conchology, theology—’
“‘Do you teach angeolology and doxyology?’ sais I.
“‘Yes, angeolology and doxyology,’ she said, not knowing what she was a talking about.
“‘And occult sciences?’ sais I.