e Columbus World's Fair.

Had changed her plans to come with the rest of the royal family. It wuz
a sight.

Wall, after roamin' there the best part of two hours, I said to my
companion, "Less go and see the Wooded Island." And he said with a deep
sithe, "I am ready, and more than ready. The name sounds good to me. I
would love to see some good plain wood, either corded up or in sled
length."

I see he wuz sick of lookin' at flowers, and I d'no as I could blame
him; for my own head seemed to be jest a-turnin' round and round, and
every turnin' had more colors than any rainbow you ever laid eyes on.

He wuz dretful anxious to git out-doors himself. He said it wuz all for
himself that he wuz hurryin' so.

I d'no that, but I do know that in his haste to help me git out he
stepped on my foot, and almost made a wreck of that valuable member.

I looked bad, and groaned, and sithed considerable 'fore he got to the
sheltered bench he'd sot out for.

He acted sorry, and I didn't reproach him any.

I only sez, "Oh, I don't lay it up aginst you, Josiah. It jest reminds
me of Sister Blanker."

And he sez, "I don't thank you to compare me to that slab-sided old
maid."

Sez I, "I believe she's a Christian, Josiah."

And so I do. But sez I, "Folks must be megum even in goodness, Josiah
Allen, and in order to set down and hold a half orphan in your arms, you
mustn't overset yourself and come down on the floor on top of a hull
orphan or a nursin' child.

"You mustn't tromple so fast on your way to the gole as to walk over and
upset two or three lame ones and paryletics."

Sez I, "Do you remember my eppisode with Sister Blanker, Josiah?"

He did not frame a reply to me, but sot off to look at sunthin' or
ruther, sayin' that he would come back in a few minutes.

And as I sot there alone Memory went on and onrolled her panorama in
front of my eyeballs, about my singular eppisode with Drusilla Blanker.

Sister Blanker is a good woman and a Christian, but she never so much as
sot her foot on the fair plains of megumness, whose balmy, even climate
has afforded me so much comfort all my life.

No; she is a woman who stalks on towards goles and don't mind who or
what she upsets on her way.

She is a woman who a-chasin' sinners slams the door in the faces of
saints.

And what I mean by this is that she is in such a hurry to git inside the
door of Duty (a real heavy door sometimes, heavy as iron), she don't see
whether or