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“I–I said–she goaded me into saying it, Jed–slighting and slurring–jeering at me because you were going away. I just got mad, Jed–and I told her you weren’t going–that you and I–that we were to be–married.”

“Mattie, did you mean that?” he cried. “If you did, I’m the happiest man alive. I didn’t dare persoom–I didn’t s’pose you thought anything of me. But if you do–and if you want me–here’s all there is of me, heart and soul and body, forever and ever, as I’ve been all my life.”

Thinking over this speech afterwards Jed was dissatisfied with it. He thought he might have made it much more eloquent and romantic than it was. But it served the purpose very well. It was convincing–it came straight from his honest, stupid heart, and Mattie knew it. She held out her hands and Jed gathered her into his arms.

It was certainly a most fortunate circumstance that the garden was well out of the range of Selena’s vision, or the sight of her sister and the remaining member of the despised Crane family repeating their foolish performance, which many years previous had resulted in Jed’s long banishment, might have caused her to commit almost any unheard-of act of spite as an outlet for her jealous anger. But only the few remaining garden flowers were witness to the lovers’ indiscretion, and they kept their own counsel after the manner of flowers, so Selena’s feelings were mercifully spared this further outrage.

That evening Jed drove slowly away through the twilight, mounted for the last time on the tin-wagon. He was so happy that he bore no grudge against even Selena Ford. As the pony climbed the poplar hill Jed drew a long breath and freed his mind to the surrounding landscape and to his faithful and slow-plodding steed that had been one of the main factors in this love affair, having patiently carried him to and from the abode of his lady-love throughout the summer just passed. Jedediah was as brimful of happiness as mortal man could be, and his rosy thoughts flowed forth in a kind of triumphant chant which would have driven Selena stark distracted had she been within hearing distance. What he said too was but a poor expression of what he thought, but to the trees and fields and pony he chanted,

“Well, this is romance. What else would you call it now? Me, poor, scared to speak–and Mattie ups and does it for me, bless her. Yes, I’ve been longing for romance all my life, and I’ve got it at last. None of your commonplace courtships for me, I always said. Them was my very words. And I guess this has been a little uncommon–I guess it has. Anyhow, I’m uncommon happy. I never felt so romantic before. Get up, my nag, get up.”