"
"Well," sez I, "I guess I may as well be a-goin'." And I bid him a cool
goodbye and started for the door. But jest as my hand wuz on the nub he
jumped up and opened the door, wearin' that boughten second-hand smile agin
on his linement, and sez he:
"Dear madam, perhaps Senator B. will do the errents for you."
Sez I, "Where is Senator B.?" And he said I would find him at his Post of
Duty at the Capitol.
"Well," I said, "I will hunt up the Post," and did. A grand enough place
for a Emperor or a Zar is the Capitol of our great nation where I found
him, a good natured lookin' boy in buttons showin' me the Post.
VII
"NO HAMPERIN' HITCHIN' STRAPS"
Well, Senator B. wanted to do the errents but said it wuz not his place,
and sent me to Senator C., and he almost cried, he wanted to do 'em so bad,
but stern duty tied him to his Post, he said, and he sent me to Senator D.,
and he _did_ cry onto his handkerchief, he wanted to do the errents so
bad, and said it would be such a good thing to have 'em done. He bust right
into tears as he said he had to refuse to do 'em. Whether they wuz wet
tears or dry ones I couldn't tell, his handkerchief wuz so big, but I hearn
his sithes, and they wuz deep and powerful ones.
But as I sez to him, "Wet tears, nor dry ones, nor windy sithes didn't help
do the errents." So I went on his sobbin' advice to Senator E., and he wuz
huffy and didn't want to do 'em and said so.
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