And I'm goin' to
that woman's suffrage meetin' if I walk afoot."
But here Josiah spoke up, I thought he wuz asleep, he wuz layin' on the
lounge with a paper over his face. But truly the word, "Woman's Suffrage,"
rousts him up as quick as a mouse duz a drowsy cat, so, sez he, "I can't
let you go, Samantha, into any such dangerous and onwomanly affair."
"Let?" sez I in a dry voice; "that's a queer word from one old pardner to
another."
"I'm responsible for your safety, Samantha, and if anybody goes to that
dangerous and onseemly meetin' I will. Mebby Polly would like to go with
me." As stated, Polly is as pretty as a pink posy, and no matter how old
a man is, nor how interestin' and noble his pardner is, he needs girl
blinders, yes, he needs 'em from the cradle to the grave. But few, indeed,
are the female pardners who can git him to wear 'em.
He added, "You know I represent you legally, Samantha; what I do is jest
the same as though you did it."
Sez I, "Mebby that is law, but whether it is gospel is another question.
But if you represent me, Josiah, you will have to carry out my plans; I
writ to Diantha Smith Trimble that if I went to the city I'd take care of
Aunt Susan a night or two, and rest her a spell; you know Diantha is a
widder and too poor to hire a nurse. But seein' you represent me you can
set up with her Ma a night or two; she's bed-rid and you'll have to lift
her round some, and give her her medicine and take care of Diantha's twins,
and let her git a good sleep.
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