had that immovible sotness onto him, one extra meal wouldn't
soften or molify him. No, I see plain I must make a more voyalent
effort. And I made it. For three stiddy days I put before that
man the best vittles that these hands could make, or this brain
could plan.

And at the end of the 3d day I gently tackled him agin on the
subject, and his state wuz such, bland, serene, happified, that he
consented without a parlay. And so it wuz settled that the next
summer we wuz to go to Saratoga. And he began to count on it and
make preparation in a way that I hated to see.

Yes, from the very minute that our two minds wuz made up to go to
Saratoga Josiah Allen wuz set on havin' sunthin new and uneek in
the way of dress and whiskers. I looked coldly on the idee of
puttin' a gay stripe down the legs of the new pantaloons I made
for him, and broke it up, also a figured vest. I went through
them two crisises and came out triumphent.

Then he went and bought a new bright pink necktie with broad long
ends which he intended to have float out, down the front of his
vest. And I immegatly took it for the light-colored blocks in my
silk log-cabin bedquilt. Yes, I settled the matter of that pink
neck-gear with a high hand and a pair of shears. And Josiah sez
now that he bought it for that purpose, for the bedquilt, because
he loves to see a dressy quilt, -- sez he always enjoys seein' a
cabin look sort o' gay. But good land! he didn't. He intended
and calculated to wear that neck-tie into Saratoga, -- a sight for
men and angels, if I hadn't broke it up.