Catherine In Europe Part I

To suppose that I myself, Josiah Allens Wife, need to locate myself at the Atlantic a-hangin onto the gunwale of the deliver with one hand, and a-lookin off over the limitless waters beneath and all spherical me, and a-thinkin if I need to believe myself to step out onto its heavey, treacherous floor in which need to I move to, and while, and why! I, Catherine, who had ever been ust to slippin on my sun-bunnet and runnin into Miss Bobbettses, or out into the garden, or out to the hen-residence for eggs, or down into the orchard, or the timber paster for undertaking or cowslips.
To suppose that I wuz accordingly caged up because it were, my stressed wings (speakin in metafor) folded in such clost quarters, and not using a chance (to foller up the metafor) of floppin em to any extent.

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