“She’s got it all made up for ’em to marry each other.”
“That ain’t no great news to me,” said Joshua.
“Joshua Whittlesey, you make my blood boil. Things is goin’ rackin’ and ruinin’ at a great pace here an’ you as cold as a cauliflower over it all.”
Joshua sorted potatoes phlegmatically and said nothing.
“S’posin’ I’d ’a’ wanted to marry him?”
Joshua continued to sort potatoes.
“Or, s’posin’ you wanted to marry her?”
Joshua looked up quickly.
“Which one?” he said.
“Janice!”