what them wuz, yet I always felt that the carriers of 'em must have felt
solemn and high-strung. Yes, my feelin's wuz such as I felt of the heft
and importance of them errents not alone to Serepta Pester, but to the
hull race of wimmen that it kep' my mental head rained up so high that I
couldn't half see and enjoy the sight of the most beautiful city in the
world, and still I spoze its grandeur and glory sort o' filtered down
through my conscientiousness, as cloth grows white under the sun's rays
onbeknown to it.

Anon I left the trolley and walked some ways afoot. It wuz a lovely day,
the sun shone down in golden splendor upon the splendor beneath it. Broad,
beautiful clean streets, little fresh green parks, everywhere you could
turn about, and big ones full of flowers and fountains, and trees and
statutes.

And anon or oftener I passed noble big stun buildings, where everything is
made for the nation's good and profit. Money and fish and wisdom and all
sorts of patented things and garden seeds and tariffs and resolutions and
treaties and laws of every shape and size, good ones and queer ones and
reputations and rates and rebates, etc., etc. But it would devour too much
time to even name over all that is made and onmade there, even if I knowed
by name the innumerable things that are flowin' constant out of that great
reservoir of the Nation, with its vast crowd of law-makers settin' on the
lid, regulatin' its flow and spreadin' it abroad over the country, thick
and thin.

But on I went past the Capitol, the handsomest buildin' on the Globe,
standin' in its own Eden of beauty. By the Public Library as long as from
our house to Grout Hozleton's, and I guess longer, and every foot on't more
beautifler ornamented than tongue can tell. But I didn't dally tryin' to