Around the World with Josiah Allen's WifeHolley, Marietta
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Around the World with Josiah Allen's Wife
Holley, Marietta
Women travelers -- Fiction
Miss Meechim said, "Poor young man! to have to take a wife he has
never seen; how widely different and how immeasurably better are such
things carried on in America."
Sez Arvilly, "What bridegroom ever did see his bride as she really
wuz? Till the hard experience of married life brought out her hidden
traits, good and bad? Or what wife ever see her husband's real temper
and character until after years of experience?"
Sez I, "That's so; leaves are turned over in Josiah Allen's mind now
as long as we've been pardners that has readin' on 'em as strange to
me as if they wuz writ in Chinese or Japan."
But then it must be admitted that not to see your wife's face and know
whether she's cross-eyed or snub-nosed is tryin'. But they say it is
accordin' to the decree of Feng Shui, and therefore they accept it
willingly. They have a great variety of good fruit in Canton--some
that I never see before--but their vegetables don't taste so good as
ours, more stringy and watery, and their eggs they want buried six
months before usin' 'em. I believe that sickened me of China as much
as anything. But then some folks at home want their game kep' till it
hain't fit to eat in my opinion. But eggs! they should be like Cæsar's
wife, above suspicion--the idee of eatin' 'em with their shells all
blue and spotted with age--the idee!
CHAPTER XVI
We wuz all invited one day to dine with a rich Chinaman Robert Strong
had got acquainted with in San Francisco. Arvilly didn't want to go,
and offered to keep Tommy with her, and the rest of us went. The house
wuz surrounded with a high wall, and we entered through a small door
in this wall, and went into a large hall openin' on a courtyard. The
host met us and we set down on a raised seat covered with red cloth
under some big, handsome lanterns that wuz hung over our heads.
Servants with their hair braided down their backs and with gay dresses
on brought in tea--as good as any I ever drank--and pipes. Josiah
whispered to me:
"How be I agoin' to smoke tobacco, Samantha? It will make me sick as
death. You know I never smoked anything but a little catnip and mullen
for tizik. I wonder if he's got any catnip by him; I'm goin' to ask."
But I kep' him from it, and told him that we could just put the stems
in our mouths, and pretend to smoke enough to be polite.
"Hypocrasy," sez Josiah, "don't become a deacon in high standin'. If I
pretend to smoke I shall smoke, and take a good pull." And he leaned
back and shut his eyes and took his pipe in his hand, and I guess he
drawed on it more than he meant to, for he looked bad, sickish and
white round his mouth as anything. But we all walked out into the
garden pretty soon and he looked resuscitated.
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