“Well, I swan!” says Silas.
“Hain’t that what you wanted to break to me, Silas?” Mr. Tidd says.
“No,” says Silas; “it was somethin’ else.”
“Oh!” says Mr. Tidd. “Want me to guess ag’in?”
“’Twouldn’t do no good,” says Silas, drooping with discouragement. “You wouldn’t guess right.”
“Maybe so,” says Mr. Tidd.
“It’s about me,” says Silas.
“You?” says Mr. Tidd.
“Me and you.”
“Oh, you and me? I want to know!”