THE FRANKLIN STATUE.
“Did you see the statue?” we asked of Mrs. Partington,
the next day after the inaugurative procession.
An expression of disappointment passed over her
features, as she answered, “No, I did n't; it must have
gone by when I went down stairs to get some water for
the children. A three-cornered gentleman, with a
cocked hat, on a cart, I took to be it; but I found out
that it was one of Franklin's contemptuaries, an old
printer. But the occasion was very obtrusive,” continued
she, brightening up like a jolly old warming-pan,
“and if I did n't see the statue, somebody else did; so
it 's just as well.” She smiled again, and subsided into
a calm, while Ike, with three chairs, and Lion harnessed
to a table, filled with a clothes-basket, four chairs, and a
water-bucket, was “making believe” a car in a procession
on his own account. Lion did n't seem to enjoy it.
