She sot kinder demute for a minute, and I went right on, and sez I, “I’d have a immense big house built if I had my way so’s to accommodate ’em if I could git a house big enough.  And I would set ’em there in immense rows and let ’em meditate on their sins a spell and I’d have good likely preachers of both sects go and preach to ’em about fallen men and fallen wimmen, and how they could git up agin with God’s help if they tried hard enough to.  And I’d have pictures hung on the wall of Mikel and Magdaline and them old fallen men castin’ stuns at fallen wimmen and what the Lord said about it.  And then to kinder encourage ’em and show ’em to what they might rise up to, if they repented and reformed, I would have pictures of some likely he angels flyin’ round up in a purer air and——­”

I wuz almost carried away and by the side of myself with this beautiful and inspirin’ picture I’d cunjered up in my heated brain, when she broke in all wrought up with excitement and horrow with a new thought that had dawned on her: 

“Why,” sez she, “if you did that, if you shet up such men there wouldn’t be a man left outside.”  And she sort o’ screamed out, “Where would I git a coachman to drive for me or a butler?”

“Drive yourself,” sez I sternly, “and buttle too; if that is so, but I don’t believe it.”

But she still looked most wild with excitement and horrow, and agin she sez, “It would take away every man in the world! and what would we do for men?” sez she.

“Do!” sez I, all wrought up, “Do without ’em if that is the case, though I don’t believe it; but if it is so it’s high time we begun fresh, educate and bring up men babys in the right way, and begin agin; start a new world with ’em, jest as you’d start a new kind of gooseberry or anything.  But I don’t believe a word on’t, not a word.  I believe there are good men in the world, lots and lots of ’em.”

“I know there hain’t,” sez she.

And I sez, “I know there is.”

And we disputed back and forth several times but didn’t convince each other.  You can see jest how it wuz, it wuz the example of our own companions that wuz influencin’ us in our opinions.  She havin’ lived with a perfect sardeen and he-wretch, thought all men wuz like him, I nerved up by the thought of my noble-minded (though small) companion held my faith firm as a iron anchor that the world wuz full of good men, scattered here and there like good wheat among the tares, and I felt and knowed that the tearers wuz fur scurser than the wheat.

But Jane Olive riz up and kinder let her train flop out over the floor, she’d held it up as she come in.

I bid her a cordial good-by and told her to come and see me in Jonesville, but she acted kinder cold and hauty and I hain’t much hopes that she will foller my advice.

Josiah came in pretty soon, and when I told him about it he acted real huffy and agreed with Jane Olive, and resented the idee of a Home for Fallen Men.  Blandina, who come while we wuz talkin’ about it to borry a few needlefuls of white thread, she shed tears and said she wouldn’t mortify men by namin’ a home like that for thousands of worlds like this.