lifts off the coat tail agin; in fact, it's so crowded,
you can't squeeze along, scarcely, without a doin' of
mischief somewhere or another.

"Next time, she goes first, and then it's my turn, 'Stop,
Miss,' sais I, 'your frock has this rose tree over,' and
I loosens it; once more, 'Miss, this rose has got tangled,'
and I ontangles it from her furbeloes.

"I wonder what makes my hand shake so, and my heart it
bumps so, it has bust a button off. If I stay in this
consarvitery, I shan't consarve myself long, that's a
fact, for this gall has put her whole team on, and is a
runnin' me off the road. 'Hullo! what's that? Bell for
dressin' for dinner.' Thank Heavens! I shall escape from
myself, and from this beautiful critter, too, for I'm
gettin' spoony, and shall talk silly presently.

"I don't like to be left alone with a gall, it's plaguy
apt to set me a soft sawderin' and a courtin'. There's
a sort of nateral attraction like in this world. Two
ships in a calm, are sure to get up alongside of each
other, if there is no wind, and they have nothin' to do,
but look at each other; natur' does it. "Well, even, the
tongs and the shovel, won't stand alone long; they're
sure to get on the same side of the fire, and be sociable;
one on 'em has a loadstone and draws 'tother, that's
sartain. If that's the case with hard-hearted things,
like oak and iron, what is it with tender hearted things
like humans? Shut me up in a 'sarvatory with a hansum