“If that Gentry girl comes,” said Lide, “mind! you're not to speak to her, Ed. If you do, you can go home alone.”
Ed grinned with an air of pleased superiority.
“Get up,” he said to Grey Eagle. Then to Lide: “Go on! You're jealous!”
“No, I ain't!” said Lide, with a lofty intonation. “Speak to her if you want to! What do I care!”
“I won't speak to her, Lide.”
Ed looked at his sweetheart to see how she received his submission. As the road was level and straight at this point, and Grey Eagle had worn away the wire edge of his appetite to “go,” Ed put his face in behind the muskrat muff and kissed Lide again. The victim abetted the outrage.
“I saw ye!” yelled a happy voice behind. It was Ben Francis with Jennie Ruple. They also were enthroned in a cutter.
“What if you did?” retorted Lide with a toss.
“Do it again if I want to!” shouted Ed Church with much joyous hardihood.
“I never asked you to marry me yet, did I, Lide?” observed Ed Church, after two minutes of silence.