When Josiah ketched my eye and the look it wore, the blush of shame mantiled his cheek--or wuz it remorse ?--I couldn't tell, they look some alike.
And he sez, "We went in, Samantha, to look for a missin' man, and my corn ached like furiation jest as we wuz passin' the door, and I couldn't seem to walk another step, and it looked some like rain and I knew you wouldn't want me to spile my new coat----" And Uncle Sime chimed in, "We wuz took faint both on us jest as we got to the door and had to set down, and I mistrusted I should find cousin Zekiel there," and then happenin' to remember, both at the same time, they begun to say how they went for the good of the meetin' house.
Sez I in frigid axents, "Say no more!" And I turned onto my heel and walked coldly away.
But Blandina whispered to me, "Oh, be merciful, Aunt Samantha, men have such powerful intellects, that Shows that would almost ruin a woman, don't affect them hardly any.

Speak tenderly to him," sez she, "and I myself will gently accost Mr.Bentley." So she stepped back to his side and Josiah advanced and walked by me still pourin' out excuses.

Why he gin enough reasons to excuse a regiment let alone one small deacon.
But Blandina seemed to lose her efforts, for Uncle Sime talked real grouty to her, he has never had a idee of marryin' anybody since his wife died and he mistrusts wimmen are runnin' after him.

You know male widowers do git that idee into their heads, them that are as humbly as Time in the Primer, and a onmarried woman can't ask 'em about the weather, or sheep, or anything but what they mistrust some hidden warmth, and pride themselves on how attractive they be.

It's a sight.
As nigh as I could find out the minute Josiah Allen left me he took the railway and hurried to the wicked place where he and Uncle Sime wuz to meet, expectin' to git back in ample time to meet us.