That part wuz clear riz up and noble, and then the other half wuz a skittish feelin’ and a-wonderin’ whether the tacklin’ would give way, and we should descend with a smash.

But the fifty-nine other people in the car with me didn’t seem to be afraid, and I thought of the thirty-five other cars, all full, and a-swingin’ up in the air with me; and the thought revived me some, and I managed to maintain my dignity and composure.

Josiah acted real highlarious, and he wanted to swing round time and agin; he said “he would give a cent to keep a-goin’ all day long.”

But I frowned on the idee, and I hurried him off by the model of the Eiffel Tower into Persia.

There it wuz agin, my pardner and I a-travellin’ in Persia—­the very same Persia that our old Olney’s gography had told us about years and years ago—­a-visitin’ it our own selves.

I see the bazaars and booths all filled with the costliest laces, and rugs, and embroideries, and the Persians themselves a-sellin’ ’em.

But Josiah hurried me along at a fearful rate, for I had got my eye onto some lace that I wanted.

I did not want to be extravagant, but I did want some of that lace; I thought how it would set off that night-cap.

But he said “that Jonesville lace wuz good enough if I had got to have any; but,” sez he, “I don’t wear lace on my night-cap.”

“No,” sez I; “how lace would look on a red woollen night-cap!”

“Wall,” sez he, “why don’t you wear red woollen ones?”

Sez I, “Josiah, you’re not a woman.”

“No,” sez he; “you wouldn’t catch a man goin’ to Persia for trimmin’ for a night-cap.”

His axents jarred onto me, and mechanically I follered him into the
Moorish Palace.

One reason why I follered him so meekly and willin’ly, I didn’t know but he would broach the subject of seein’ them Persian wimmen dance.

And I felt that I would ruther give a hull churnin’ of fall’s butter than to have his moral old mind contaminated with the sight.

For they do say, them who have seen the sight, that “them Persian dancin’ girls carry dancin’ clear to the very verge of ondecency, and drop way off over the verge.”

I see lots of wimmen comin’ out with their fan held before their blushin’ faces.

They say that wimmen fairly enjoy a-goin’ in there to be horrified.

They go day after day, they say, so to come out all horrified up, and their faces bathed in blushes.

The men didn’t come out at all, so they said.

Wall, Josiah Allen didn’t git in—­no, indeed.  I remembered the Jonesville meetin’-house, our pasture, and the grandchildren, and kept ’em before him all the time, so I tided him over that crisis.

Now, I never had paid any attention to the Moors, and Josiah hadn’t; we never had had any to neighbor with, and I felt that I wuzn’t acquainted with ’em at all, unless of course I had a sort of bowin’ acquaintance, as it wuz, with that one old Moor in my Olney’s gography in my school-days.