you say ran or ron."

But sez I, "Ardelia, it is a hot day, and I wouldn't write any
more if I wuz in your place. If you should heat your bra-, the
upper part of your head, you might not get over it for some time."

"But," sez she, "you have told me sometimes to stop on account of
cold weather."

"Wall," sez I, "most any kind of weather is hard on some kinds of
poetry." Sez I, "Poetry is sunthin' that takes particular kinds
of folks and weather to be successful." Sez I, "It is sunthin'
that can't be tampered with with impunity by Christians or world's
people. It is a kind of a resky thing to do, and I wouldn't write
any more to-day, Ardelia."

And she heard to me and after a settin' a while with us, she went
back to Mr. Pixley's.




VIII.

JOSIAH AND SAMANTHA TAKE A LONG WALK.


Wall, we hadn't been to Saratoga long before Aunt Polly Pixley
came over to see us, for Aunt Polly had been as good as her word
and had come to Saratoga, to her 2d cousins, the Mr. Pixley'ses,