“Why, Josiah?” and she hung her head and blushed charmingly.
“Come, Sal, the old folks won’t care. Let’s do it, won’t you?”
“Oh, Josiah!” she continued, growing nervous and fidgety.
“Come, say quick, for the dominie is near done, and he’ll go home. Say yes; Sal, do.”
“Oh, dear! oh, my stars!—YES!”
“Good, by jingo! Hurry up there, Mr. Preacher.”
At this point, the good minister ceased his benediction upon the couples, and their friends commenced crowding around them. The minister started, not to go home, but to leave the room for a moment, when Josiah noticed it, and fearing that he was going called out:
“Say, squire—you, dominie, I mean, just wait, won’t you here’s another job for you.”
“Ah! I am glad to hear it!” laughed the minister, turning round. “Are you the happy man?”