Samantha at Saratoga by Marietta Holley
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The bag would hold about 4 quarts and it wuz full. I looked at it and sithed. "I see," sez she, "that you are sorry that we didn't bring more poetry with us. But we thought that this little batch would give you a idee of what a mind she has, what a glorious, soarin' genus wuz in front of you, and we could bring more the next time we come." I sithed agin, three times, but Miss Tutt didn't notice 'em a mite no more'n they'd been giggles or titters. She wouldn't have took no notice of them. She wuz firm and decided doin' her own errent, and not payin' no attention to anything, nor anybody else. "Ardelia, read the poem you have got under your arm to Miss Allen! The bag wuz full of her longer ones," sez she, "but I felt that I must let you hear her poem on spring. It is a gem. I felt it would be wrongin' you, not to give you that treat. Read it Ardelia." I see Ardelia wuz used to obeyin' her ma. She opened the sheet to once, and begun. Jest the minute Ardelia stopped readin' Miss Tatt says proudly: "There! haint that a remarkable poem,?" Sez I, calmly, "Yes it is a remarkable one." "Did you ever hear anything like it?" says she, triumphly. |
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