errents, and do 'em to the best of my ability, and you can't draw off my
attention from her wrongs and sufferin's by talkin' about wads."

"I would love to obleege Serepta," sez he, "because she belongs to such a
lovely sect. Wimmen are the loveliest, most angelic creatures that ever
walked the earth; they are perfect, flawless, like snow and roses."

Sez I firmly, "They hain't no such thing; they are disagreeable creeters a
good deal of the time. They hain't no better than men, but they ort to have
their rights all the same. Now Serepta is disagreeable and kinder fierce
actin', and jest as humbly as they make wimmen, but that hain't no sign she
ort to be imposed upon; Josiah sez she hadn't ort to have rights she is so
humbly, but I don't feel so."

"Who is Josiah?" sez he.

Sez I, "My husband."

"Ah, your husband! Yes, wimmen should have husbands instead of rights. They
do not need rights; they need freedom from all cares and sufferin'. Sweet
lovely beings! let them have husbands to lift them above all earthly cares
and trials! Oh! angels of our homes!" sez he, liftin' his eyes to the
heavens and kinder shettin' 'em, some as if he wuz goin' into a spazzum.
"Fly around, ye angels, in your native hants; mingle not with rings and
vile laws, flee away, flee above them!"

And he kinder waved his hand back and forth in a floatin' fashion up in the
air, as if it wuz a woman flyin' up there smooth and serene. It would have
impressed some folks dretful, but it didn't me. I sez reasonably: