“You’ve seen him, Hepsey; you’ve seen him lots of times, and he don’t live a thousand miles away, neither.”
“Hm! Must be he lives in Martin’s Junction. Is he good lookin’, Jonathan?”
“Oh, fair to middlin’. That is—of course—I well—I—I should think he was; but tastes differ.”
“Well, you know I’m right particular, Jonathan. Is he real smart and clever?”
“I don’t know as—I ought to—to—say, Hepsey; but I rather guess he knows enough to go in when it rains.” 164
“That’s good as far as it goes. The next time you see him, you tell him to call around and let me look him over. Maybe I could give him a job on the farm, even if I didn’t want to marry him.”
“But he doesn’t want any job on the farm, Hepsey. He just wants you, that’s all.”
“How do you know he does? Did he ever tell you?”
“Hepsey Burke, don’t you know who I’m alludin’ at? Haven’t you ever suspected nothin’?”
“Yes, I’ve suspected lots of things. Now there’s Jack Dempsey. I’ve suspected him waterin’ the milk for some time. Haven’t you ever suspected anythin’ yourself, Jonathan?”