And then it stands to reason that Josiah and I shouldn't have gone to it.

And if we hadn't gone to Miss Plankses, Mr.Freeman and Isabelle wouldn't have met.
Yes, I felt to lay the praise of it all to that blessed old mariner--I felt that I hadn't done nothin' towards it to what he had.

And I kep on a-sayin' to myself-- "Oh, if he could only have been here, and seen with his own eyes what he had done!" And when I thought how he walked hungry through the streets of Genoa, oh, how I did wish he could have had some of my scolloped oysters, and pressed chickens, and jell-cake, and tarts, and my heartfelt pity and sympathy, to say nothin' of other vittles, and well-meanin' actions accordin'.
[Illustration: How I did wish he could have had some of my scolloped oysters, and jell-cake, and tarts.] Of course, I would have been pleased to have had Queen Isabelle and Ferdinand there-- There wuz cake enough, and ice-cream, and oysters, and everything.

And everybody that knows me knows that I hain't one to begrech havin' one or two more visitors to wait on and provide for than I had planned havin'.
Yes, I should have been glad to seen 'em, and wait on 'em.

But I didn't seem to care anything about seein' 'em, compared to my feelin's about Christopher Columbus.
Yes, Christopher wuz my theme, and my constant burden of mind.
But I had to gin it up.