through with her eyes. "It must be a joy to you, Josiah Allen's
wife, a rare joy, to be the means of bringin' this rare genius
before the public. I ask nothin' hard of you, I only ask that you
demand, demand is the right word, not ask; that would be grovelin'
trucklin' folly, but demand that the public that has long ignored
my daugther Ardelia's claim to a seat amongst the immortal poets,
demand them, compel them to pause, to listen, and then seat her
there, up, up on the highest, most perpendiciler pinnacle of
fame's pillow. Will you do this?"

I sat in deep dejection and my rockin' chair, and knew not what to
say -- and Miss Tutt went on:

"We demand more than fame, deathless, immortal fame for 'em. We
want money, wealth for 'em, and want it at once! We want it for
extra household expenses, luxuries, clothing, jewelry, charity,
etc. If we enrich the world with this rare genius, the world must
enrich us with its richest emmolients. Will you see that we have
it! Will you at once do as I asked you to? Will you seat her
immegately where I want her sot?

Sez I, considerin', "I can't get her up there alone, I haint
strong enough." Sez I, sort a mekanikly, "I have got the
rheumatez."

"So you scoff me do you? I came to you to get bread, am I to get
worse than a stun -- a scoff?"

"I haint gin you no scoff," sez I, a spunkin' up a little, "I
haint thought on it. I like Ardelia and wish her well, but I