“'I can't say, indeed,' said he. 'Are you interested in the case?'
“'I should think I was,' said I, an' then I told him about Jone's bein' a juryman, an' how we was on our bridal-trip.
“'You've got my sympathy, madam,' says he, 'but it's a difficult case to decide, an' I don't wonder it takes a good while.'
“'Nor I nuther,' says I, 'an' my opinion about these things is, that if you'd jus' have them lawyers shut up in another room, an' make 'em do their talkin' to theirselves, the jury could keep their minds clear, and settle the cases in no time.'
“'There's some sense in that, madam,' says he, an' then he went into court ag'in.
“Jone never had no chance to jine in with the other fellers, for they couldn't agree, an' they were all discharged, at last. So the whole thing went for nuthin.
“When Jone come out, he looked like he'd been drawn through a pump-log, an' he says to me, tired-like,
“'Has there been a frost?'
“'Yes,' says I, 'two of 'em.'
“'All right, then,' says he. 'I've had enough of bridal-trips, with their dry falls, their lunatic asylums, and their jury-boxes. Let's go home and settle down. We needn't be afraid, now that there's been a frost.'”