Just then Brink Tuomy passed by, and he says:
“How's things comin' along?”
The boys had all been mighty interested in this baby business, and I knew he'd trot off and tell them, so I says, sad enough:
“It's a girl.”
Brink seen I wasn't very jubilant, so he says:
“You don't seem very stuck up about it. But girls ain't so bad—when you git used to them. Lady all right?”
“Yes,” I says, “she's O. K.”
Brink hung round a minute or two, waitin' for further orders, and none comin', he says, hesitatin':
“So long!”
I let him go and was glad he went.