Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
"I flatter myself I can suit you," said I, "and better than you can
yourself. Besides," said I, "I have been looking for carriages and
horses."
"Why," said my uncle, "it's expensive keeping horses in a city; and I
was against it; but there's Pattie says we can't do without 'em."
"Exactly so," said I: "you must live like a gentleman, or there's no
getting or keeping in society. And, besides, I have been stirring up
the beaux and belles to come and see my cousin, the fair--I say, uncle,
eged, has she no other name than Pattie?"
"Yes," said my uncle Wilkins, "there's Abby,--that's Abigail--Martha
Abigail Wilkins; called her after her grandmother and aunt, and hoped
aunt Abby would leave her something; but she didn't."
Martha Abigail Wilkins! Worse and worse; I despaired of doing any
thing, if I even wished it, for a creature with such a name.
But what I had done--that is, what I _said_ I had done (for I had done
nothing), had produced a great effect on my uncle, and put him into
such a good-humour with me, that he seized me by the hand, swore I
was the right sort of a dog after all, and, reaching the door of his
private parlour, where the fair Martha Abigail was sitting, he kicked
it open, crying aloud,
"Here, Pattie, you puss, here's your cousin Ikey, the dandy--as fine a
whole-hog fellow as ever you saw--ods bobs, give 'm a buss."
I looked upon the unsophisticated rustic who was called upon to
manifest her breeding in such an agricultural style; and, upon my soul,
I was quite surprised to find in her, the aforesaid Pattie Abigail,
one of the nicest little creatures I had ever laid eyes on, of a most
genteel figure, tolerably well dressed, considering she had been
brought up in the country, and with a sweet, prudish face, that was
quite agreeable to look on.
She smiled and she blushed, then laughed and blushed again; but,
without waiting to be bidden a second time, tripped up to me, gave me
both her hands, and saying, "Cousin Ikey, how do you do?" with a voice
that was charming in every word save one--the infernal "Ikey"--she very
innocently turned her cheek up to be saluted.
I felt myself called upon to give her a lesson in politeness, and
therefore put my lips to her hand, saying, Cousin P--P--Pattie--ehem,
the girls will all call her petty-patty--Petty-patty Wilkins--I beg
your pardon; but it is quite ungenteel and vulgar to kiss a lady; that
is to say, in common cases. But--"As I spoke, I admired her beauty the
more, and began to think the etiquette in such cases was absurd--But,
as we are cousins, I think that alters the case entirely."
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