She acted so high-headed about it, that we said it some to take down her pride, and some on principle.
We believed there wuz reason in all things, and none of us wimmen felt that we would stand "On a burnin' deck, Whence all but we had fled," and burn up, even if our pardners had ordered us to.

We wuz law-abidin', every one on us, but we felt there wuz times where law ended and common sense begun.
But Selinda argued, I well remember, that if Bizer had ordered her to stay on that deck, she should stay and be sot fire to.
And she praised up little Casey Bianky warmly, while we thought and said that Casey acted like a fool, and felt that Mr.Bianky would much ruther had him run and save himself than to burn up; anyway, old Miss Bianky would, and I believe his pa would.
Men are good-hearted creeters the biggest heft of the time, but failable in judgment sometimes, jest like female wimmen.
But Selinda wuz firm in her belief.
And here this day in Chicago she gin one of the most remarkable proofs of it ever seen in this country.
So while Selinda trembled like a popple leaf, and her false teeth rattled over her dry tongue (besides the camel, she wuz 'fraid as death of the Turkey that driv it, and he did look fierce), the camel knelt down, and the almost swoonin' Selinda was histed up onto his back by the proud and haughty Bizer, and the strange-lookin' Turkey.
She had no more than got seated when the driver give a skairful yell, and the camel give a fearful lunge, and straightened up on its feet, and Selinda's bunnet fell back onto her neck, and lay there through the hull of the enterprise, and her gray hair floated back onchecked, for she dassent let her hands go a minit to fix it.
It wuz a mournin' bunnet and veil, but black gittin' soiled so easy, she had put on a bright green alpaca dress she had, thinkin' that she wouldn't see nobody she knew; and she wore some old yeller mitts for the same reason, and some low, shabby-lookin' shoes, and some white stockin's.
And her weight bein' two hundred and forty, she showed off vivid aginst the settin' sun.
Selinda is a meek woman and obedient, but she cries easy.

You have got to take good traits and bad ones in folks.

She can't help it.

She always cries in class meetin', or anywhere--has cried time and agin a-tellin' how she would be trompled on and lay down and have her head chopped off if Bizer told her to.
And of course it couldn't be expected she would go through this fearful experience without sheddin' tears.