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:
"Serepta would have been glad to flew above 'em, but the Ring and the vile
laws lay holt of her onbeknown to her and dragged her down. And there
she is all bruised and broken-hearted by 'em. She didn't meddle with the
political Ring, but the Ring meddled with her. How can she fly when the
weight of this infamous traffic is holdin' her down?"
"Ahem!" sez he. "Ahem, as it were. As I was saying, my dear madam, these
angelic angels of our homes are too ethereal, too dainty to mingle with
rude crowds.
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