"Yes," says he, "an' I guess I will get a fresh pail of water and hang on
the tea kettle for you."

"And," I says, "it's pretty early for supper, but I'll start it, for I do
feel kinder gone to the stomach. Sympathy is real exhaustin'. Sometimes I
think it tires me more'n hard work. And Heaven knows I sympathized with
Serepta. I felt for her full as much as if she was one of the relations on
_his_ side."

But if you'll believe it, I had hardly got the words out of my mouth and
Josiah had jest laid holt of the water pail, when in comes Philander
Dagget, the President of the Jonesville Creation Searchin' Society and, of
course, he had a job for us to do on our tower. This Society was started
by the leadin' men of Jonesville, for the purpose of searchin' out and
criticizin' the affairs of the world, an' so far as possible advisin' and
correctin' the meanderin's an' wrong-doin's of the universe.

This Society, which we call the C.S.S. for short, has been ruther quiet for
years. But sence woman's suffrage has got to be such a prominent question,
they bein' so bitterly opposed to it, have reorganized and meet every once
in a while, to sneer at the suffragettes and poke fun at 'em and show in
every way they can their hitter antipathy to the cause.

Philander told me if I see anything new and strikin' in the way of Society
badges and regalia, to let him know about it, for he said the C.S.S. was
goin' to take a decided stand and show their colors. They wuz goin' to
help protect his women endangered sect, an' he wanted sunthin' showy and
suggestive.

I thought of a number of badges and mottoes that I felt would be suitable