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Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician by Marietta Holley
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and a short-winded love, and a hoarse one.

We went to bed tuckered completely out, but good-natured: our love for 'em
held us up. And when we made the estimate, it wuzn't in a cross tone, but
amiable, and almost winnin'. Josiah thought they went up into the
trillions. But I am one that never likes to set such things too high; and
I said calmly, 3,000 and 85. And finally he gin in that mebby it wuzn't no
more than that.

Cicely told me she couldn't stay with us very long now; for her aunt Mary
wuz expectin' to go away to the Michigan pretty soon, to see a daughter
who wus out of health,--had been out of it for some time,--and she wanted
a visit from her neice Cicely before she went. But she promised to come
back, and make a good visit on her way home.

And so it was planned. The next day was Sunday, and Cicely wus too tired
with her journey to go to meetin'. But the boy went. He sot up, lookin'
beautiful, by the side of me on the back seat of the Democrat; his uncle
Josiah sot in front; and Ury drove. Ury Henzy, he's our hired man, and a
tolerable good one, as hired men go. His name is Urias; but we always call
him Ury,--spelt U-r-y, Ury,--with the emphasis on the U.

Wall, that day Elder Minkly preached. It wus a powerful sermon, about the
creation of the world, and how man was made, and the fall of Adam, and
about Noah and the ark, and how the wicked wus destroyed. It wus a
middlin' powerful sermon; and the boy sot up between Josiah and me, and we
wus proud enough of him. He had on a little green velvet suit and a deep
linen collar; and he sot considerable still for him, with his eyes on
Elder Minkly's face, a thinkin', I guess, how he would put us through our
catechism on the way home. And, oh! didn't he, didn't he do it? I s'pose
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