odel of the
Eiffel Tower into Persia.

There it wuz agin, my pardner and I a-travellin' in Persia--the very
same Persia that our old Olney's gography had told us about years and
years ago--a-visitin' it our own selves.

I see the bazaars and booths all filled with the costliest laces, and
rugs, and embroideries, and the Persians themselves a-sellin' 'em.

But Josiah hurried me along at a fearful rate, for I had got my eye onto
some lace that I wanted.

I did not want to be extravagant, but I did want some of that lace; I
thought how it would set off that night-cap.

But he said "that Jonesville lace wuz good enough if I had got to have
any; but," sez he, "I don't wear lace on my night-cap."

"No," sez I; "how lace would look on a red woollen night-cap!"

"Wall," sez he, "why don't you wear red woollen ones?"

Sez I, "Josiah, you're not a woman."

"No," sez he; "you wouldn't catch a man goin' to Persia for trimmin' for
a night-cap."

His axents jarred onto me, and mechanically I follered him into the
Moorish Palace.

One reason why I follered him so meekly and willin'ly, I didn't know but
he would broach the subject of seein' them Persian wimmen dance.

And I felt that I would ruther give a hull churnin' of fall's butter
than to have his moral old mind contaminated with the sight.

For they do say, them who have seen the sight, that "them Persian
dancin' girls carry dancin' clear to the very verge of ondecency, and
drop way off over the verge."

I see lots of wimmen comin' out with their fan held before their
blushin' faces.

They say that wimmen fairly enjoy a-goin' in there to be horrified.

They go day after day, they say, so to come out all horrified up, and
their faces bathed in blushes.

The men didn't come out at all, so they said.

Wall, Josiah Allen didn't git in--no, indeed. I remembered the
Jonesville meetin'-house, our pasture, and the grandchildren, and kept
'em before him all the time, so I tided him over that crisis.

Now, I never had paid any attention to the Moors, and Josiah hadn't; we
never had had any to neighbor with, and I felt that I wuzn't acquainted
with 'em at all, unless of course I had a sort of bowin' acquaintance,
as it wuz, with that one old Moor in my Olney's gography in my
school-days.

And what I'd seen of him didn't seem to make me hanker after any further
acquaintance with him.

But when I see that Palace of theirn I felt overwhelmed with shame and
regret to