And, anyway, I laid out to put his good, roomy old gaiters in my own trunk, so he could have a paneky to fall back on, and to soothe.
As for myself, I took my old slips, that had been my faithful companions for over two years, and a pair of good big roomy bootees.
I never bought nothin' new for any of my feet, not even a shoe-string.
And the only new thing that I bought, anyway, wuz a new muslin night-cap with a lace ruffle.
I bought that, and I spoze vanity and pride wuz to the bottom of it.

I feel my own shortcomin's, I feel 'em deep, and try to repent, every now and then, I do.
But I did think in my own mind that in case of fire, and I knew that Chicago wuz a great case for burnin' itself up--I thought in case of fire in the night I wouldn't want to be ketched with a plain sheep's-head night-cap on, which, though comfortable, and my choice for stiddy wear, hain't beautiful.
And I thought if there wuz a fire, and I wuz to be depictered in the newspapers as a-bein' rescued, I did feel a little pride in havin' a becomin' night-cap on, and not bein' engraved with a sheep's head on.
Thinks'es I, the pictures in the newspapers are enough to bring on the cold chills onto anybody, even if took bareheaded, and what--what would be the horror of 'em took in a sheep's head! There it wuz, there is my own weakness sot right down in black and white.

But, anyway, it only cost thirty-five cents, and there wuzn't nothin' painful about it, like Josiah's shoes, nor protracted, like Tirzah Ann's stockin's.
Wall, Ury and Philury moved in the day before, and Josiah and I left in the very best of sperits and on the ten o'clock train, Maggie and Thomas Jefferson and Krit a-meetin' us to the depot.
Maggie looked as pretty as a pink, if she didn't make no preperations.
She had on her plain waist, black silk, and a little black velvet turban, and she had pinned a bunch of fresh rosies to her waist, and the rosies wuzn't any pinker than her pretty cheeks and lips, and the dew that had fell into them roses' hearts that night wuzn't any brighter than her sweet gray eyes.
She makes a beautiful woman, Maggie Allen duz; and she ort to, to correspond with her husband, for my boy, Thomas Jefferson, is a young man of a thousand, and it is admitted that he is by all the Jonesvillians--nearly every villian of 'em admits it.
Tirzah Ann and the babe wuz to the depot to see us off, and she said that she should come on jest as soon as she got through with her preperations.
But I felt dubersome about her comin' very soon, for she took out her knittin' work (we had to wait quite a good while for the cars), and I see that she hadn't got the first one only to the instep.
It is slow knittin'-- shells are dretful slow anyway--and she wuz too proud sperited to have 'em plain clam-shell pattern, which are bigger and coarser; she had to have 'em oyster-shell pattern, in ridges.
Wall, as I say, I felt dubersome, but I spoke up cheerful on the outside-- "If you git your stockin's done, Tirzah Ann, you must be sure and come." And she said she would.
The way she said it wuz: "One, two, three, four, yes, mother; five, six, seven, I will." She had to count every shell from top to toe of 'em, which made it hard and wearin' both for her and them she wuz conversin' with.
Why, they do say--it come to me straight, too--that Whitfield got that wore out with them oyster-shell stockin's that he won't look at a oyster sence--he used to be devoted to 'em, raw or cooked; but they say that you can't git him to look at one sence the stockin' episode, specially scolloped ones.
No, he sez "that he has had enough oysters for a lifetime." Poor fellow! I pity him.

I know what them actions of hern is; hain't I suffered from the one she took 'em from?
But to resoom, and continue on.
Miss Gowdey come to the depot to see me off, and so did Miss Bobbet and the Widder Pooler.
Miss Gowdey wuz a-comin' to the World's Fair as soon as she made her rag-carpet for her summer kitchen; she said "she wouldn't go off and leave her work ondone, and she hadn't got more'n half of the rags cut, and she hadn't colored butnut yet, nor copperas; she would not leave her house a-sufferin' and her rags oncut." I thought she looked sort o' reprovin' at me, for she knew that I had a carpet begun.
But I spoke up, and sez, "Truly rags will be always here with us, and most likely butnut and copperas; but the World's Fair comes but once in a lifetime, and I believe in embracin' it now, and makin' the most of it." Sez I, "We can embrace rags at any time." "Wall," she said, "she couldn't take no comfort with the memory of things ondone a-weighin' down on her." She said "some folks wuz different," and she looked clost at me as she said it.

"Some folks could go off on towers and be happy with the thought of rags oncut and warp oncolored, or spooled, or anything.