VI.

SARATOGA BY DAYLIGHT.


Wall, the next mornin' Josiah and me sallied out middlin' early to
explore still further the beauties and grandness of Saratoga. I
had on a black straw bonnet, a green vail, and a umbrell. I also
have my black alpacky, that good moral dress.

My dress bein' such a high mission one choked me. It wuz so high
in the neck it held my chin up in a most uncomfortable position,
but sort a grand and lofty lookin'. My sleeves wuz so long that
more'n half the time my hand wuz covered up by 'em and I wuz too
honerable to wear 'em for mits; no, in the name of principle I
wore 'em for sleeves, good long sleeves, a pattern to other
grandmas that I might meet.

I felt that when they see me and see what I wuz a doin' and
endurin' fur the cause of female dressin' they would pause in
their wild career, and cover up their necks and pull their sleeves
down.

Wall, it haint to be expected that I could walk along carryin'
such hefty emotions as I wuz a carryin', and havin' my neck held
high and stiddy both by principle and alpacky, and see to every
step I wuz a takin'. And, first I knew, right while I was
enjoyin' the loftiest of these emotions, I ketched my foot in