MIDAS, I want to s'posen a case to you, an'
I want you to gim me the gospel truth on
your 'pinion 'bout de matter."
That's the manner in which one of Washington's
dusky damsels put it to her adorer last evening.
"Now, Midas, you knows you'se tole me more
times 'an you'se got fingers an' toes, as you lubbed
me harder 'an a marble-top washstand, an' 'at I'se
sweeter to you 'an buckwheat cakes and 'lassas
foreber. Midas, this am only s'posen case, but I
wants you to s'posen jus' as if'n 'twas a shunuff
"S'posen me an' you was goin' on a scursion
down de riber!"
"Yas," broke in Midas, "down to Mount
"Anywha's 'tall, down the riber. Midas, can
"No, Luce, I's sorry to 'form you dat de only
d'reckshon what I kin circumstanshiate fru de
water am de bottom."
"Well, den, as I was 'latin'. S'posen we was
on de boat, glidin' lubingly an' harmunly down de
bussum ob der riber's stream, de moon was lookin'
shiningly down pon de smoke-stack, an' you wos
sottin' rite up to me (jus' slide up here closer, an'
lem me show you how), dats de way."
"Yah, yah! but wouldn't dat be scrumptuous?"
"S'posen," continued Lucy, "you had jest put
your arm roun' my wai' (dat's it), der wasn't nobody
'bout, you was a squeezin' me up, an' was jest gwine
to gimme de lubinest kind ob a kiss, an'—an'—an'
de biler would bust!"
"Oh, de debbil!" said the disappointed Midas.
"Now, Midas, I is s'posen dis case, an' I wants
you to mind de words what I am a speakin'.
S'posen when dat biler busted we bof went up in de
air, come down in de ribber, an' when we arrive in
de water we found de only thing lef' of dat boat
was one piece ob board dat wasn't big enough
to hole us bof, but we bof grab at it; now, Midas,
wud you let go dat board, or would you put me
off an' took it all y'self? Dat's de question what
"Luce, can you swim?" he asked, after hesitating
a few moments.
"No, Midas, ob course not. You know I can't
"Well den, Luce, my conchenshus 'pinion ob de
whole matter am dat we won't go on no scursions."