"Second rule, 'Go ahead.'"
As I sez to him impressive, "You will be sure to come out right if you foller them two rules. Mebby you won't always win your case before earthly judges, though I believe you will be more apt to. But that hain't the important thing, my son," I would say, "the important thing is to win your case before the Great Judge that is above all. Why," sez I, "wouldn't you ruther win a case before the Supreme Court in Washington, D. C., than before a Jonesville jury?"
And he would say, "Why, yes, of course."
"Well," sez I, "wouldn't you ruther win the case before the Great Judge that sets as high above them Supreme Judges as Heaven is above the earth?"
I tell you them simelys sunk into Thomas J.'s heart; he follers them rules day by day. As I said more formerly, he is inquirin' round about Miss Green Smythe's case, and if he makes up his mind that she and Medora are in the right on't he will help 'em (and thereby ensure her success), and if she hain't in the right on't he won't touch the case with a pair of tongs or leather mittens.
Well, to stop retrospectin' and resoom backwards a little. Miss Green Smythe greeted me and Maggie with considerable warmth, about as warm as hot dish water, while our greetin's to her wuzn't any warmer than new milk. Maggie wuz holdin' Snow in her arms when Miss Green Smythe wuz ushered in, leadin' a pug dog by a ribbon, and one of her danglers wuz out in the carriage lookin' at the house through a eye glass. Miss Green Smythe made a great flutter and excitement in comin' in, and made a sight of Maggie and me, but we didn't seem fluttered or excited by her, nor we didn't make any
