"Wal," sez I, "next time I cum I'll bring you an allfired hunk, see if I don't."
Jest then, the chap that I'd seen at the theatre with her the night afore, opened the door and cum straight in. I eenamost jumped on eend and dropped her hand, that some how or other had got intu mine agin, as if it had been a hot chesnut.
But the chap only looked around, and made a sort of a slidin bow, and shet the door agin.
"Wal," sez I, all in a twitter, for my heart had riz right up intu my mouth; "I guess I'll be goin."
"So soon?" sez she, a liftin them eyes sort o' mournful.
I wilted right down agin, like a cabbage plant in the sun.
"And who may that chap be," sez I, for I begun tu feel ugly about the heart.
"Oh, he's only my brother," sez she, "never mind him. Are you fond of music, Mr. Slick?"
"I guess I be," sez I. "When the chorister is gone, I al'ers lead the singin at meetin tu hum."