The Grinder Papers — page 48: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 43 And he answered up real smart—though I don’t see what there was for the whole conglomeration of ‘em to laugh at: ‘‘You're entirely out of your way, ma’am.” ? ‘*Gracious,” says I, ‘‘I hope not.” b ‘‘We're at South ferry,” sayshe, ‘‘but [ll direct you,” and then he handed me out as polite as possible. It wasn't his fault that it was into a mud pile as big as a haystack, but the driver’s. Drivers are the most aggravatin’ class in York, I swan to man. Well, this young man with the wart on his nose and the red head, stood full five minutes tellin’ me to turn to the right, and go up this street, and turn to the left, and cross thingummy street, and pass what’s-his-name Hall. But I knew about as much at the eend as I did at the beginning, and my head was spinning round like a teetotum. I was glad to have him leave off directions so’t I could think which way I was to go, and off I went in a hurry—the wrong way, it seems, for fust I come to a market, and then to wharves, and everywhere they kept direct- ing me to Broadway, and it only seemed to send me further away. I was jist beat out and mad, I was, as hop. Every liy- in thing I had on was splattered with mud, and I lost my over- shoes twice in the gutters. At last I came to a baker's store, and there they told me I’d strayed to t’other eend o’ creation. } ‘‘T’mallers sorry for a lady that has lost herself in New York,” says the lady in the shop, ‘‘and our wagon is jist drivin’ over to Broadway, so if you like to get in, the man will take you.” Of course I was willing, so clumb in with many thanks, Gomilicboo cS m