Joseph Crosby Lincoln

Keziah Coffin Joseph Crosby Lincoln

"tell of-the kind you can't control-have kept me from goin' to theaters much, even if I wanted to. But I did see this entertainment, and a fool one 'twas, too, all singin' instead of talkin'-op'ra, I believe they called it. Well, as I started to say, one of the leadin' folks in it was the Old Harry himself, and HE was pretty good-lookin'." Grace laughed, even though she had been somewhat shocked. "Why, Aunt Keziah!" she exclaimed-those who knew Keziah Coffin best usually called her aunt, though real nephews and nieces she had none-"why, Aunt Keziah! What do you mean by comparing the-the person you just mentioned with a MINISTER!" "Oh, I wasn't comparin' 'em; I'll leave that for you Come-Outers to do. Drat this carpet! Seems's if I never saw such long tacks; I do believe whoever put 'em down drove 'em clean through the center of the earth and let the Chinymen clinch 'em on t'other side. I haul up a chunk of the cellar floor with every one. Ah, hum!" with a sigh, "I cal'late they ain't any more anxious to leave home than I am. But, far's the minister's concerned, didn't I hear of your Uncle Eben sayin' in prayer meetin' only a fortni't or so ago that all hands who wa'n't Come-Outers were own children to [...]."