“Marry him, Mace,” he says, “and try to nuss him back t’ health again.”
I was plumb amazed. “Marry!” I says.
But ’fore I could git any more out, Mike shut off my wind!
Dear little gal! She wasn’t skittish no more: She was so tame she’d ’a’ et right outen my hand. “Parson,” she says, goin’ towards him, “will–will you marry Alec and me–now?”
“Dee-lighted,” says the parson, “–if he is able t’ go through the ceremony.”
“Parson,” I begun, pullin’ my face loose, “I want––”
Mike give me a dig.
I looked at him.
And then, I tumbled!