Miss Janet's mighty 'bliging for an ole maid; 'pears as if she liked to see even cats happy.

When an ole maid don't hate cats, there aint nothin to be feared from 'em." Phillis ruled her husband in most things, but she indulged him in all his whims that were innocent.

She determined he should have, not an old ruffled shirt, but a new one.

She reported the case to Miss Janet, who set two of her girls to work, and by Saturday night the shirt was made and done up, and plaited.

Bacchus was to be pleasantly surprised by it next morning appearing on the top of his chest.
It happened that on this identical Sunday, Bacchus had (as the best of men will sometimes) got up wrong foot foremost, and not having taken the trouble to go back to bed, and get up again, putting the right foot out first, he continued in the same unhappy state of mind.