“They say,” said Mrs. Rhines, “that they are the most affectionate pair that ever was. Joe thinks there is not her equal in the world.”
“That’s just what he ought to think, wife. I hope it will last, and not be with them as it was with Joe Gubtail and his Dorcas.”
“How was that?”
“Why, he said, when they were first married, he loved her so well he wanted to eat her up, and now he wishes he had.”
“I don’t think it will, for they have been fond of each other since they were children, and ought to be well acquainted.”
“You haven’t said anything about Flour, Captain Rhines,” said Charlie.
“O, he ain’t Flour any longer. He lives in a frame house on his own land, is Mr. Peterson, has money at interest, can read, write, and cipher, and is master-calker at Wiscasset.”
“Good! Won’t we go over and see him? Didn’t they cut up some rusties on Joe when he was married?”
“No.”
“I should have thought the boys would have done something to him to pay him up for all his tricks, for there’s hardly anybody in town but has something laid up against him.”