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“I hope to gracious if I ever breathed a word to none on ’em!” protested the lover. “‘T ain’t for lack o’ opportunities set afore me, nuther;” and then Mr. Briley craftily kept silence, as if he had made a fair proposal, and expected a definite reply.

The lady of his choice was, as she might have expressed it, much beat about. As she soberly thought, she was getting along in years, and must put up with Jefferson all the rest of the time. It was not likely she would ever have the chance of choosing again, though she was one who liked variety.

Jefferson wasn’t much to look at, but he was pleasant and appeared boyish and young-feeling. “I do’ know’s I should do better,” she said unconsciously and half aloud. “Well, yes, Jefferson, seein’ it’s you. But we’re both on us kind of old to change our situation.” Fanny Tobin gave a gentle sigh.

“Hooray!” said Jefferson. “I was scairt you meant to keep me sufferin’ here a half an hour. I declare, I’m more pleased than I calc’lated on. An’ I expected till lately to die a single man!”

“‘Twould re’lly have been a shame; ’tain’t natur’,” said Mrs. Tobin, with confidence. “I don’t see how you held out so long with bein’ solitary.”

“I’ll hire a hand to drive for me, and we’ll have a good comfortable winter, me an’ you an’ the old sorrel. I’ve been promisin’ of her a rest this good while.”

“Better keep her a steppin’,” urged thrifty Mrs. Fanny. “She’ll stiffen up master, an’ disapp’int ye, come spring.”

“You’ll have me, now, won’t ye, sartin?” pleaded Jefferson, to make sure. “You ain’t one o’ them that plays with a man’s feelin’s. Say right out you’ll have me.”

“I s’pose I shall have to,” said Mrs. Tobin somewhat mournfully. “I feel for Mis’ Peak an’ Mis’ Ash, pore creatur’s. I expect they’ll be hardshipped. They’ve always been hard-worked, an’ may have kind o’ looked forward to a little ease. But one on ’em would be left lamentin’, anyhow,” and she gave a girlish laugh. An air of victory animated the frame of Mrs. Tobin. She felt but twenty-five years of age. In that moment she made plans for cutting her Briley’s hair, and making him look smartened-up and ambitious. Then she wished that she knew for certain how much money he had in the bank; not that it would make any difference now. “He needn’t bluster none before me,” she thought gayly. “He’s harmless as a fly.”

“Who’d have thought we’d done such a piece of engineerin’, when we started out?” inquired the dear one of Mr. Briley’s heart, as he tenderly helped her to alight at Susan Ellen’s door.

“Both on us, jest the least grain,” answered the lover. “Gimme a good smack, now, you clever creatur’;” and so they parted. Mr. Bailey had been taken on the road in spite of his pistol.

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