It seems like a little thing, on paper, but it was not a
little thing at all; it was the most real kind of misery.
I
would not say it if it was not so. I made up my
mind that I would carry along a reticule next time, let
it look how it might, and people say what they would.
Of course these iron dudes of the Round
Table would
think it was scandalous, and maybe raise Sheol about
it, but as for me, give me comfort first, and style afterwards.