"Josiah Allen didn't you promise Druzilla Balch that you would go
with her and Ezra to-day?"

"Wall yes," says he, "but I can't."

"Why not?" says I.

"Wall, Samantha, though they are well meanin', good people, they
haint what you may call fashionable, they haint the upper 10."

Says I, "Josiah Allen you have fell over 15 cents in my estimation,
sense we have begun talkin', you won't go with 'em because they
haint fashionable. They are good, honest Christian Methodists,
and have stood by you and me many a time, in times of trouble,
and now," says I, "you turn against 'em because they haint
fashionable." Says I, "Josiah Allen where do you think you'll
go to?"

"Oh, probable down through Congress Park, and we may walk up as
fur as the Indian Encampment. I feel kinder mauger to-day, and my
corns ache feerful." (His boots wuz that small that they wuz
sights to behold, sights!) "We probably shan't walk fur," says
he.

I see how 'twuze in a minute. That English girl had asked him to
walk with her, and my pardner had broken a solemn engagement with
Ezra and Druzilla Balch to go a walkin' with her. I see how
'twuz, but I sot in silence and one of the big rockin' chairs, and
didn't say nothin'.