every description and color, and books, and jewelry, and rugs, and
fans, and parasols, and embroideries, and laces, and etc., etc.,
etc.

And one shop seemed to be jest full of drops of light, light and
sunshine, crystalized in golden, clear, tinted amber. There wuz a
young female statute a standin' up in the winder of that store
with her hands outstretched and jest a drippin' with the great
glowin' amber drops. Some wuz a hangin' over her wings for she
was a young flyin' female. And I thought to myself it must be she
would fly better with all that golden light a drippin' about her.

Josiah liked her looks first rate. And he liked the looks of some
of the pictures extremely. There wuz lots of places all full of
pictures. A big collection of water colors, though as Josiah said
and well said, How they could get so many colors out of water wuz
a mystery to him.

But my choice out of all the pictures I see, wuz a little one
called "The Sands of Dee." It wuz "Mary a callin' the cattle
home." The cruel treacherus water wuz a risin' about her round
bare ankles as she stood there amongst the rushes with her little
milk-bucket on her arm.

Her pretty innocent face wuz a lookin' off into the shadows, and
the last ray of sunset was a fallin' on her. Maybe it wuz the
pity on't that struck so hard as I looked at it, to know that the
"cruel, crawli'n foam" wuz so soon to creep over the sweet young
face and round limbs. And there seemed to be a shadow of the
comin' fate, a sweepin' in on the gray mist behind her.