Good land! I'd ruther wash than try to answer him; but he looked so sweet and good-natured and confidin', his eyes danced so, and he was so awful pretty, that I felt in the midst of my deep fag, that I could kiss him right there in the street if it wuzn't for the looks of it: he is a beautiful child, and very deep. CHAPTER VII. Wall, after dinner I sot sail for James G. Blains'es, a walkin' afoot, and carryin' Dorlesky's errent. I was determined to do that errent before I slept. I am very obleegin', and am called so. When I got to Mr. Blaines'es, I was considerably tired; for though Dorlesky's errent might not be heavy as weighed by the steelyards, yet it was _very_ hefty and wearin' on the moral feelin's. And my firm, unalterable determination to carry it straight, and tend to it, to the very utmost of my ability, strained on me. I was fagged. But I don't believe Mr. Blaine see the fag. I shook hands with him, and there was calmness in that shake. I passed the compliments of the day (how do you do, etc.), and there was peace and dignity in them compliments. He was most probable, glad I had come. But he didn't seem quite so over-rejoiced as he probable would if he hadn't been so busy. _I_ can't be so highly tickled when company comes, when I am washin' and cleanin' house. He had piles and piles of papers on the table before him. And there was a gentleman a settin' at the end of the room a readin'. I like James G. Blaines'es looks middlin' well. Although, like myself, he don't set up for a professional beauty. It seems as if some of the strength of the mountain pines round his old home is a holdin' up his backbone, and some of the bracin' air of the pine woods of Maine has blowed into James'es intellect, and braced it. [Illustration: SAMANTHA MEETING JAMES G. BLAINE.] I think enough of James, but not too much. My likin' is jest about strong enough from a literary person to a literary person. We are both literary, very. He is considerable taller than I am; and on that account, and a good many others, I felt like lookin' up to him. Wall, when I have got a hard job in front of me, I don't know any better way than to tackle it to once. So consequently I tackled it. I told James, that Dorlesky Burpy had sent two errents by me, and I had brought 'em from Jonesville on my tower. And then I told him jest how she had suffered from the Whisky Ring, and how she had suffered from not havin' her rights; and I told him all about her relations sufferin', and that Dorlesky wanted the Ring broke, and her rights gin to her, within seven days at the longest. He rubbed his brow thoughtfully, and says,-- “It will be difficult to accomplish so much in so short a time.” “I know it,” says I. “I told Dorlesky it would. But she feels jest so, and I promised to do her errent; and I am a doin' it.” Agin he rubbed his brow in deep thought, and agin he says,--