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Samantha at Saratoga by Marietta Holley
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"'Wing's!' Shaw! I don't believe no such thing - a livery on
wings. I don't believe a word on't. And you wouldn't ketch me on
one on 'em, if they had!"

"'Yet Sing!"' sez he, a lookin' accost the street into a laundry
house. "What do I care if you do sing? 'Taint of much account if
you do any way. I sing sometimes, I yet sing," says he.

"Sing," sez I in neerly witherin' tone. "I'd love to hear you
sing, I haint yet and I've lived with you agoin' on 30 years."

"Wall, if you haint heerd me, it is because you are deef," sez he.

But that is jest the way he kep' on, a hurryin' me along, and a
talkin' fast to try to get the price of that picture out of my
head. Anon, and sometimes oftener, we would come to the word in
big letters on signs, or on the fence, or the sides of barns,
"Pray." And sometimes it would read, "Pray for my wife!" And
Josiah every time he came to the words would stop and reflect on
'em.

"`Pray!' What business is it of yourn, whether I pray or not?
`Pray for my wife!' That haint none of your business."

Sez he, a shakin' his fist at the fence, "'Taint likely I should
have a wife without prayin' for her. She needs it bad enough,"
sez he once, as he stood lookin' at it.

I gin him a strange look, and he sez, "You wouldn't like it, would
you, if I didn't pray for you?"
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