James looked me in the eye. Then he picked up the hammer and going over to the window he drew out the nails he had just driven in. They would not be needed now that we were going to stay.

“Mr. Vernon,” said he, “’member that day we went to Springfiel’?”

Minerva giggled harder, sunk her head in her shoulders, and put her hand before her face.

“Yes, I remember,” said I, wondering what was coming.

“Well, we got married that day.”

“Is that so, Minerva?” said Ethel.

“Yas’m,” said Minerva.