Says he: “Betsy, wont you let me loose?”
“Not till I git done,” says I.
Says he: “Why, I cant sit here and listen to you for an hour?”
“You cant?” says I. “But you will. You can spend all nite, and nite arter nite, a listenin to argaments in favor of continerin the laws that makes prices low and interest and taxes high—laws that keeps you poor and the polerticians rich—but you think you cant spend a hour listenin to a argament for a law that would make it easier for you to live; that would give you better prices and lower interest.”
Then, puttin my hands on my hips and lookin, lovin like, down at him, says I:
“Jobe, dear, I guess you will listen this time, and you wont leave till the speaker dismisses, will you?”
Says he, half laffin, half cryin:
“It looks that way, Betsy.”
So I went and got me a chair, brought it out and sot down in front of him. When I got seated says he:
“Betsy, is it Dimicrat or Republican argament that you want me to listen to?”