[Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition by Marietta Holley]@TWC D-Link bookSamantha at the St. Louis Exposition CHAPTER IX 3/21
I couldn't get carriers for one thing, and I wouldn't give a cent to be carried round anyway with my dizzy spells, I should more'n as likely as not fall off.
But that hain't the main reason I'm agin it, it is too tuckerin' a job for wimmen." "Tuckerin' to be enthroned on a pedestal with the male sect lookin' up to you and worshippin' you.
You call that tuckerin' ?" sez he. "Yes," sez I, "I do.
How under the sun can I or any other woman be up on a pedestal and do our own housework, cookin', washin' dishes, sweepin', moppin', cleanin' lamps, blackin' stoves, washin', ironin', makin' beds, quiltin' bed quilts, gittin' three meals a day, day after day, biled dinners and bag puddin's and mince pies and things, to say nothin' of custard and pumpkin pies that will slop over on the level, do the best you can; how could you keep 'em inside the crust histin' yourself up and down? And cleanin' house time----" "Mebby," sez I honestly, "it would come handy in whitewashin' or fixin' the stovepipe, but where would it be in cleanin' mop-boards, or puttin' down carpets, or washin' winders, or doin' a three weeks washin', or bilin' soap? or pickin' geese? They act like fury shot up on the barn floor.
How could you git our old gander up on a pedestal? His temper is that fiery, to say nothin' of settin' or standin' on it and holdin' on to the old thing and pickin' it.
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