“We’re engaged,” announced Miss Pipkin in matter-of-fact tones.
“Engaged! You and–––”
“Yes, she and me,” finished the Captain eagerly.
Mrs. Beaver’s hands dropped helplessly to her sides.
“Is there anything more you’d like to know?” asked Miss Pipkin kindly, as she crossed the room and put an arm about the spare figure of her neighbor. “We’re that happy that I wanted you to know, and I’m real glad you come over when you did.”
“Anything else I want to know?” she asked. “I should say there is. What has happened to Harry? He come home last night all different, talking for the minister till I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. It was awful late, too. And he told me that Sim Hicks had left town, or was going this morning.”
“I cal’late some one’s clothed Harry in his right mind. You know, Eadie, that’s Script’re. Sim has took a trip for his health.”
“And Harry tells me that Mr. Fox is for 385 the minister, too. Something must have happened.”
“Yes, something has happened. Eadie, you rec’lect that time when you fust spoke to me about the minister staying in my house you said I’d be in the way of the Lord if I’d do it. I wa’n’t very pleasant to you for going ahead and doing it while I was away, but you sartin did what Providence wanted that time.”