CHAPTER XII.
Well, for the next week we had a busy time, goin' to the Fair most every day, sometimes all together, but not stayin' together long, for most always we'd meet Professor Todd somewhere and he and Blandina would pair off together (I jest as willin' as anybody ever wuz).
Molly had a young schoolmate who lived in St.Louis, and sometimes they would spend the day together at some reception or other.

But most of the time Josiah and I paid our two attentions to the Fair stiddy, a travelin' about and seein' all we could.
And one mornin' Josiah asked me before breakfast, jest as cool as if he wuz proposin' a glass of lemonade with ice in it, if I didn't want to go to Jerusalem that mornin'.
Jerusalem! City of our Lord! Oh, my soul, think on't! As he said the words I looked at him and then some distance through him and beyond, and entirely onbeknown to myself I begun to hum over that old him: "Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and soul oppressed.
We know not, oh, we know not what joys await us there." And Josiah broke in and sung the last line with me (or what he called singin').
"What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare." But I knowed that singin' that time of day would be apt to draw attention, specially as Josiah's singin' wuz very base and my sulferino hain't what it wuz, and I hastened to say: "Yes, Josiah, I want to go." Breakfast wuz kinder late that mornin', and little Dorothy come into my room, she slep' jest acrost from us, and she begun to tell me to once about a meetin' she'd been to the night before with Aunt Pheeny.

And to make talk with her I asked her what the text wuz, and she sez: "Jesus the quilt." Josiah wuz horrified, and it did sound bad, and he begun to reprimand her sharp, but I sez: "Tell me all about it, Dotie." And come to find out, it wuz "Jesus the Comforter," and her little bedspread wuz sometimes called a quilt and sometimes a comforter.

And I told Josiah how necessary it wuz not to condemn children before searching into their motives.

But Dotie wuz evidently thinkin' about the sermon she had hearn so lately, and she went on to ask, "Was Jesus a Jew ?" And I sez, "Yes, dear." "Why," sez she, "I always thought Dod wuz a Presbyterium." That wuz her Aunty Huff's persuasion, which she nachully thought couldn't be improved on.
Dotie had a little straw hat on that time o' day and I asked her what it wuz for, and she sez, "Oh, I carry my papers in it, I'm writin' a book." Grandpa Huff always carried papers in his hat, and she copied him.