Boston heerd her, and begun crawlin’ t’ meet her. “All right, sweetheart,” he says, “–all right. I ain’t hurt much.”
Then they kissed–and we got another surprise party!
That night, as I was a-settin’ on a truck at the deepot, thinkin’ to myself, and watchin’ acrosst the tracks to the mesquite, here come Boston ’round the corner, and he set down byside me.
“Wal, Cupid?” he says, takin’ holt of my arm.
“Boston,” I begun. “I–I reckon you don’t need me no more.”
“No,” says Boston, “I don’t. And I want t’ square with y’. Now, the boys say you’re plannin’ t’ go to Noo York later on–t’ take the town t’ pieces and see what’s the matter with it, eh?” And he dug me in the ribs.
“Wal,” I answers, “I’ve talked about it–some.”
“It’s a good idear,” he goes on. “But about my bill–I hope you’ll think a hunderd and fifty is fair, fer these three weeks.”
“Boston!” I got kinda weak all to oncet. “I cain’t take it. It wasn’t worth that.”