rows, and white gloves, and rosettes in my hat -- why I could
appear in jest as good company as they go in."

Sez I, "You are too old to be dressed up so gay, Josiah Allen.
There is a time for all things. Gay buttons and rosettes look
well with brown hair and sound teeth, but they ort to gently pass
away when they do. Don't talk any more about it, Josiah, for I
tell you plain, you are too old to dress like them, they are
young men."

"Wall," he whispered, in deep resolve, "I will have a white
rosette in my hat, Samantha. I will go so far, old or not old.
What a sensation it will create in the Jonesville meetin'-house
to see me come a walkin' proudly in, with a white rosette in my
hat."

"You are goin' to walk into meetin' with your hat on, are you?"
sez I coldly.

"Oh, ketch a feller up. You know what I mean. And don't you
think I'll make a show? Won't it create a sensation in
Jonesville?"

Sez I: "Most probable it would. But you haint a goin' to wear no
bows on your hat at your age, not if I can break it up," sez I.

He looked almost black at me, and sez he, "Don't go too fur,
Samantha! I'll own you've been a good wife and mother and all
that, but there is a line that you must stop at. You mustn't go
too fur. There is some things in which a man must be footloose,