She gave my hand a soft squeeze in reply.
“And about that gown—that silk gown,” I says, gaily. “Have you decided what color it is to be yet?
“Won't you be fine! When I think how fine you'll look, I'm glad we haven't no children to—”
Just then them Hemingways went inside, and our whole end of town was quiet, and lonesome.
Marthy didn't answer, and when I lifted up her face to kiss her, what d'you think? She was cryin'!
II. WHEN SHE CAME
Afore the kid come, me and Marthy used to sit up nights tellin' each other how much we'd like it if she turned out to be a boy. I said everything that I knowed that was nice about boys, and drawed on my imagination for what I didn't know, and Marthy spoke the same; so I convinced Marthy, thorough, that I would be terrible disappointed if it wasn't a boy, and she didn't leave me no doubts about her hankerin' for a baby of the male sect.
Course we was both tryin' to square ourselves in case it should be a boy. Come to find out, we was both of us tickled to death that it was a girl.