“Why—ahem!—why, you! darn it, now you know, don’t you?”
“Sh! Don’t talk so loud, Josiah, or they’ll hear you.”
“S’posen you was in her place, Sal; how would you feel?”
“Ain’t you ashamed of yourself?” she asked reprovingly.
“No, darnation, I don’t care. Say, Sal, how would you feel?”
“Do you mean if I was standing out there with you, and the minister talking so to us?”
“Yes—yes; why don’t you tell me?”
“You know well enough, Josiah, without asking me no such question.”
Josiah commenced meditating. Some desperate scheme was evidently troubling him, for he scratched his head and then his knees, and then laughed, and exclaimed to himself, “I’ll do it, by George!” Then turning toward the girl, he said:
“Sal, let’s you and I get married, won’t you?”