"Hey! Upon my word, Ann—"
Ann produced the Widow Waddilove's note and flattened it out under Master Simon's eyes. And Master Simon blushed painfully.
"Are you goin' to marry the woman?" Ann demanded.
"I think not."
"I reckon you will."
"Well, you see, there has been a hitch. She won't leave the 'Pandora's Box,' and I'm not going to budge from 'Flowing Source.' If a woman won't put herself out to that extent—Besides, she cooks no better than you."
"Not so well. You wasn't thinking, by any chance, o' marrying me?"
"Ann, you're perfectly brazen! Well, no; to tell you the plain truth, I wasn't."
"That's all right; because I've gone and promised myself to a young farmer up the valley."
"What's his name?"