"'My heart it is another's,
And it never can be thine.
"Thet is, I think so. I disremember her special remark, Olly; but you know women allers spout poetry at sech times. Ennyhow, that's about the way the spring panned out."
"Who was it?" said Olly, suddenly.
"She didn't let on who," said Gabriel, uneasily. "I didn't think it the square thing to inquire."
"Well," said Olly.
Gabriel looked down still more embarrassed, and shifted his position. "Well," he repeated.
"What did you say?" said Olly.—"Then?"
"No, afore. How did you do it, Gabe?" said Olly, comfortably fixing her chin in her hands, and looking up in her brother's face.
"Oh, the usual way!" said Gabriel, with a motion of his pipe, to indicate vague and glittering generalities of courtship.
"But how? Gabe, tell me all about it."